Duval

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (That shit is fucking trash) Yeah (Get the fuck off the airway) [Verse] Yeah, I miss my city, yeah, I miss Duval Uh, send me that lo', yeah, I go, I blow at that mall, uh Stand up on top of my racks, hope I don't fall, yeah Call up Eli, tell that boy, "I got a mission" (Bi—, bitch) Go 'head and send that drop, we don't do that dissin' I call my bitch, yeah, I think she need some dickin' In her mouth, yeah, I'm from the South, yeah We don't play that shit, we gon' spin around I got ties, yeah, I can't leave, I'm bound I made a emo bitch suck it, I don't care 'bout your pronouns Wear expensive drip, yeah, that shit you cannot pronounce Catch 'em lackin', feel like a tiger, bitch, I'm ready to pouncе Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Smokе that shit by the ounce I'm kickin' that ho out the house I don't give a fuck 'bout no red card, bitch, I'm ready to foul And I don't give a fuck 'bout your plans, ho, I need brain now And I keep that toolie tucked up in my Sterling Ruby And I can't fuck no groupie, walkin' 'round, actin' like they knew me Yeah, they see me goin' up, now they act like they knew me Actin' like they knew me, you don't know me (Nigga) [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah