AR In My Goose

Lyrics

[Intro] AR in my Goosie, better duck before I tap him in his head (You're not making this easy, Kyle) Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-na-na-na-na Bitch [Verse] AR in my Goosie, better duck before I tap him in his head (Baow) Bitch rockin' Spyder, tryna trap me in her web Money, money, money, I'm gon' stack it 'til I'm dead Leave a rat up in the sewer, catch him yappin' to the feds (Rat) Talkin' 'bout I'm broke, I couldn't fathom what he said Do prosthetics, took the chop, attached it with a leg In school, was sellin' Cookie like I had a class with Ned I don't wrestle opps, but with your bitch, I grapple in the bed Treat me like a king, she gon' bow down and suck (Suck) Every pair of jeans cost a thou-wow and up (Jeans) If I ain't makin' cheese, I'm in pound town with sluts How this little AR sing, they think Bow Wow with us On 7 Mile hoppin' out the i8 with nine-millis (Skrrt) I can't give a bitch a second, money equals time, silly Ain't prepared to die, then you can't ride with me Got 'em lappin' up, it's five bitties in my 550 When it come to steppin' on the opps, I wear a size sixty How you in that water? When I rod, you know that pond fishy I can't hit the top without my guys with me [?][1:06] Dog Shit Militia, bet they fetch me a lick (Lick) Tuckin' somethin' heavy, opps get pressed like a bench She can't see the spot, we havin' sex in the whip I just touched six figures, seven next on the list Blew a check on my wrist, check on my bitch Got her turnin' off her lo', he better check on his bitch Fendi rocker, bet she F me, all these F's on my drip Got 'em thinkin' I hatch eggs, need a nest, all this chicken I can hear the birdies callin' Could play point for Golden State, you know I keep the thirty often He ain't got no whip, I know his sneaks be dirty, walkin' I could beat the fuck out doggy bone, but I'd prefer a coffin Talkin' like it's money up, but I just heard he lost it Trapper of the year, I bet you unc' could serve a Dolphin Oh, that's just your bitch with me, I thought I heard a faucet On that road to success, you know it ain't no swervin' off it Bitch, I make money (Money), I don't make amends Bitch, I make money, I ain't makin' friends Bitch, I make money, you can't even make a ten I'ma run it up, ain't satisfied until I break a shin Bitch, I make money, can never let it make me, though Bitch, I chase money, you gon' have to chase me, ho Bitch, I break money, you my mans, then you can't be broke Bitch look like Beyoncé, all she wanna do is break my soul [Outro] Bitch, Dog Shit Militia, what up, Kyle? This bitch hard You know what the fuck goin' on 4EVER $HITTIN