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goyard - burna bandz lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
mm*mm, yeah
ride with a stick in the goyard bag
ride with these racks in the goyard
on the night shift, i call it the graveyard
duckin’ feds, tryna stay off the radar
nike sb ‘case i gotta skate off (skate)
why be on the ground like a skater?
in the trap servin’ food like a waiter (like a waiter)
in the trap, we’ve been servin’ the neighbors (trap)
i just wanna put my mama on acres
vvs cut, these nothin’ basic
she gon’ bust it open just for a lace wig
yeah, dog with me, i know crodie, you gon’ spank sh*t
they know we nothin’ to play with
might cop that rolex after retail
got no time to sit on the wait list (f*ck that)

[verse 1]
all my drip, yeah, you know it’s the latest (latest)
stayin’ out the way, i’ve been fightin’ these cases (all these cases)
in the cullinan, you know it’s sp*cious
stars in the ceilin’, it feel like a sp*ceship (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
switch on that glock 9, i ain’t changin’ (grr)
lil’ n*gga better watch what he claimin’ (grr, grr)
if they catch him, man down, i can’t blame ’em (nah)
n*ggas snitchin’, i don’t know who raised ’em (who raised ’em)
count the check up, it feel so amazin’ (amazin’)
i cannot let these broke n*ggas phase me
top boy, i ain’t goin’ like jamie
get a face shot if he thinkin’ he feisty
come from the mud, you know i’ma embrace it
was in the trap with the [?]
i say the word, they gon’ hop out and chase him
i say the word, they gon’ hop out and (bah, bah, bah, bah)
[chorus]
mm*mm, gang
ride with a stick in the goyard bag (grr)
ride with these racks in the goyard (in the goyard)
on the night shift, i call it the graveyard (graveyard)
duckin’ feds, tryna stay off the radar
nike sb ‘case i gotta skate off (gotta skate off)
why be on the ground like a skater? (mm)
in the trap servin’ food like a waiter (like a waiter)
in the trap, we’ve been servin’ the neighbors
i just wanna put my mama on acres (mama on acres)
vvs cut, these nothin’ basic
she gon’ bust it open just for a lace wig (a lace wig)
yeah, dog with me, i know crodie, you gon’ spank sh*t
they know we nothin’ to play with
might cop that rolex after retail
got no time to sit on the wait list (mm*mm)

[verse 2]
like, f*ck all that, i ain’t got no patience (nope)
so i never did minimum wages (f*ck that)
always knew i was destined for greatness
you don’t never leave stains with your stainless (goofy)
in the field tryna score like a raven
with the gang, i ain’t changin’ (changin’)
pop me two percs, now i’m faded
broke b*tches, they be the lamest
lil’ mama wanna be famous
i put some ice on my d*mn wrist (ice)
my neck, it look like atlantis (atlantis)
thank god i’m so far from average
put extensions all on my rachets
now she look like a bad b*tch
five percent tints when we in traffic
switch on the glock, won’t stash it
[chorus]
mm*mm, gang
ride with a stick in the goyard bag (stick)
ride with these racks in the goyard (racks)
on the night shift, i call it the graveyard (graveyard)
f*ckin’ feds, tryna stay off the radar
nike sb ‘case i gotta skate off (gotta skate off)
why be on the ground like a skater? (mm)
in the trap servin’ food like a waiter (oh)
in the trap, we’ve been servin’ the neighbors
i just wanna put my mama on acres (mama on acres)
vvs cut, these nothin’ basic
she gon’ bust it open just for a lace wig
yeah, dog with me, i know crodie, you gon’ spank sh*t
they know we nothin’ to play with
might cop that rolex after retail
got no time to sit on the wait list (f*ck that)

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