GOSHA lyrics

Give a f*ck what you say Chanel on the bag
Praise to the Lord, give him grace
See the scar on my face
Ain't no Scarface uh wait lil b*tch ain’t playin games
Used to trap them hall ways keep that tool on my waist
b*tch ass n*ggas using mace but my n*ggas do not play
Bad b*tch in the Mercedes
Ya my b*tch from Sydney
Got designer on the frames
Chanel glasses on my face
Wearing gosha rubchinskey

(Chorus)

Gosha rubchinskey (b*tch)
Gosha rubchinskey( boom)
Gosha rubchinskey (Gosha)
Gosha rubchinskey (b*tch)
Gosha rubchinskey( boom)
Gosha rubchinskey (Gosha)
Gosha rubchinskey (b*tch)
Gosha rubchinskey( boom)

(Verse 2) (612stratus)
b*tch I’m in the trap (brrrrp)
And I’m sellin crack
I finesse the pack
Then I sell it back
Ya i sell it back
Then I split the pack
Boi you selling trash
And all y’all sh*t sound wack
Spent racks on some Gucci
Skrrt off in a 2 seat
These pus*y actin goofy
Pull on me call of duty
Boi actin fruity
Shoot em like a movie
Ima keep on winnin while these b*tches losing
(Chorus)

Gosha rubchinskey (b*tch)
Gosha rubchinskey( boom)
Gosha rubchinskey (Gosha)
Gosha rubchinskey (b*tch)
Gosha rubchinskey( boom)