Lyrics

[1st Verse: Yung Goyard] I feel like Comethazine, I just might go cop a jag If you talk down, (yeah), then you going to get stabbed, aye, aye And you know I hve to secure the bag, aye, aye Me and my homies never lack, aye, aye I ate the dinner off the plate like, aye I feel like Swae Lee but I do not sway If you want a feature, you do not have to pay Til I-til' I-til I' get a thousand bucks, thats another day [2nd Verse: AYungXhulooo] Shout out Lil Clout, man, you already know, yuh Might rock some Gucci in the Louis store, (in the Louis store), aye Might pull up in a Lamb, man, you'n know, (you'n know, aye) Hit him with the chop, leave him screwed and chopped, (grrrrah, aye) I might hit her with the crop, she belong to opp, (crop) I might hit her with the crop tho, same girl hated last year, now she give me props, bro (she give me props, bro) Bought a OKC top tho, (woo) Top 5 number one, aye, ooh, I'm on top tho, (aye, ga-gang, yuh, yuh) Thir-ty clip, that junk longer than a ruler, (that junk longer than a ruler) Just bought a pistol, I messed up my Ruger, uh (I messed up, grrrow) Check out my chain it came straight from the jeweler, (bling! bling!) Boy, I just fooled, you, you could call me the fooler, (I just fooled you, gang, aye)