Goals lyrics

by

quinn



[Intro]
(DeCicco)
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada all up on my waist (All up on my waist, gang)
Yo b*tch on my di*k, I'm 'bout to give that b*tch a taste (Give that b*tch a taste)
.40 by my side sticking to me like some paste (To me like some paste)
Go into the mall, look alive like Drake (Look alive like Drake)

[Verse]
b*tches in my DM but I couldn't care less (Couldn't care less)
Pull up on yo block, and put some bullets in yo chest (Yeah, yeah)
I be following people back but I don't give a f*ck (I don't give a f*ck)
Gotta get the rollie, man, I gotta get f*cked up (I gotta f*ckеd up)
Too f*cked up, man I gotta get the cheesе (Ayy, ayy)
You know I miss my ex, I think about her every week (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I hope I'm up, I'm tryna make my momma proud (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Can't wait to be signed, [?] to the town (Ayy, yuh, ayy)
Broke as f*ck, but I still got some clout left in the tank (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yuh)
[?] on YouTube, after that, it's hit the blank (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Blank pack, smoking weed (Ayy, ayy)
Smelling full of dank (Ayy, ayy)
b*tch I am the captain now so, go walk the plank, ay (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Yuh yuh (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy (Yuh)
(DeCicco)
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