Duval lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (That sh*t is f*cking trash)
Yeah (Get the f*ck 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—, b*tch)
Go 'head and send that drop, we don't do that dissin'
I call my b*tch, yeah, I think she need some di*kin'
In her mouth, yeah, I'm from the South, yeah
We don't play that sh*t, we gon' spin around
I got ties, yeah, I can't leave, I'm bound
I made a emo b*tch suck it, I don't care 'bout your pronouns
Wear expensive drip, yeah, that sh*t you cannot pronounce
Catch 'em lackin', feel like a tiger, b*tch, I'm ready to pouncе
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Smokе that sh*t by the ounce
I'm kickin' that ho out the house
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no red card, b*tch, I'm ready to foul
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout your plans, ho, I need brain now
And I keep that toolie tucked up in my Sterling Ruby
And I can't f*ck 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 (n*gga)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah