Canadian Goose

Don, I'm 'bout to run this motherfucker Oh my God I can't police no bitch, I just pass 'em and laugh At 15 was on the blade, should've been up in class I'm a scum son of a bitch, trade pussy for cash Stripper renegading a fag, I be doing 'em bad Got a freak in my front seat with her feet on the dash I love a swipin'-ass-bitch who stay in the lab You can't cook, you don't clean, all you offer is ass? Bitch, grab your coat and hit the door 'cause I'm through with your ass Play the broke role, I ain't got, it's just to test a bitch And I always free a bitch to get a better bitch That better bitch got more hustle than a wetter bitch And that square bitch won't bust a date like a go-getter bitch Quick to slide in your DMs, quick to see what's happening Quick to send my first and last name, moneygram a thousand Quick to free the bitch before Christmas, I'm so fuckin' childish Quick to beef it up to that future, ain't no way around it I finna start walking around with that diamond tester And everybody claiming they flips bricks and fuck with Hector Sippin' Quali' and fake act 'cause they don't know no better When them pints get here from Texas, I'ma change the weather Quick to pull a nigga card, quick to up the steel Quick to phone up lil' Tyrin for them xan pills I'm the goat at running plays, two minute drills All my bitches got on cleats, they don't trap in heels I'm an alpha male in these streets, real as they come 22nd and foothill, up the street from the ones You either hustle or you starve, you a boss or a bum Morris Sams gave me the game, don't compare me to none I got more rank than every nigga rappin' on the mic Ask Quas and Drini Man, I'ma fool on the dice G-star, what type of shoes, bitch, Sherman's or Mike's? Throw on that Free-The-Bitch shirt that's sponsored by trife 20 niggas in the club, they came with Obama All the bitches love us, niggas never want the problems If we do, we got some shorties who would love to solve 'em So you don't want that cold weather on your baby mama It get cold in the O, Canadian Goose (Canadian Goose) My new teeth is rose gold, five hundred a tooth Follow me on snap, you think I'm lying, I'll DM the proof Slide through my hood, I bet them snipers hit you from the roof High as fuck, don't wanna crash off this trife juice Stop playin' with me, man Already told you niggas I'm comin', uh I don't even know why niggas size up with me BG ass niggas Who the fuck you sizin' up with? It don't make no difference If I'm in a vintage T-shirt or if I'm in a flannel, stop playin' Scott thank you for fuckin' with me Fezzy, what's happenin', P? Kim Son