Goyard Pt. 2

I pour wocky in my glasses, nigga I don't drink mimosa
Last nigga made a quote, some shottas put em on a poster
Real three leaf clover, niggas need to get some motion
They ain't never had no money
I can tell by how he fold it

Yo bitch love the way I hold her
Glock came without a holster
Nigga ion do no standards, pink runtz be the potion
Smoke exotics to the face, I'm smoking kill and I love it
I be love all the opp thots, they love sending the drop

Sipping wock, and cream soda, 30 shells in my Glock
I know my face card be hot, but I'll still spin a block
A nigga make me mad еnough, boy you don't want me as yo opp
I don't do the back and forth, I'll drop a striker on yo block

Niggas Facе Timing they opps, acting like friends, no you not
Everybody say they killas, pull out they phone when they see opps
So who really killing niggas? I'm just questioning yo Glock
You ain't broke that bitch in, you ain't never fired a shot

I know some niggas wanna kill me, so it's always one up top
I heard they sent a nigga up, caught red dots no chicken_pox
Got shell catchers on my AR, we don't even want his knot
He on his phone at the light, his live caught em bleeding out

I put my dick in her face, like breathe in and breathe out
You ain't never fired a shot, ain't never caught a rebound
These niggas say they getting money, still wearing Levi's
I know a nigga taking hits, he told me call em Lee John

I popped a perky and went Looney you can call me Kevon
Monkey nuts on the AR I strum the chop, like Draymond
She get a rush, she get a vibe, this bitch from Austin, Tavon
I play a bitch like Clark Kent, them bows got a dark scent

I call Sierra, yeah she wet, she playing with it feel the mist
Yeah I really like yo vibes but we ain't cuffed so I won't kiss
Nigga say he got a problem, so it's that, you in the mix
Caught three bodies in a day, I guess he had to pull a trick

Frost danging off the neck, it's VVS's in the kit
Really did this shit for years, I ain't new, been in the mix
Whip the pop inside the kitchen, grams think we cooking grits
You never active, yeah you had a pistol, stripped em out his blick

Can get you slimed, they finna scramble in, don't make yoself a vick
I don't know yo true intentions, seen the realist niggas switch
This a dirty ass game, you gotta learn to maintain
I'm kicked up in a loft
My lungs filled with propane

I had to learn it to a tee and lost it all but I regained
Flip the clip and spin the chop, I nicknamed em D Gainz
[He rocking DHGate Buffs, I know he copped from EBay]
For real.......