Guyanese Moshpit

Woo Yeah What, what, what, what, what What, what, what, what, what (grrt) What, what, what, what, what (brrt) In the name of Jesus, my dawg Ain't nobody believe us, my dawg (oh) Me hit up and jeet up, my dawg Ayy, wrist might get freeze up, my dawg My dawg, my dawg, my dawg, my dawg What, what, what, what, what What, what, what, what, what Ay, whole summer long, I had them bitches runnin' through the airports Dun-du-du-dun, Chanel black bags and some AirForce Watch on my arm, that mean somebody with me got a Draco Fresh from Milan, Yves Saint Laurent (woah) In slow motion, I ain't with the bullshit at all You might get your head bust 'fore it hit the car I ain't lyin', but it's nobody's fault Watch a nigga ball, win, win, win, win I ain't tryna draw, hey, hey, hey, hey Wholesome to call, I'm a star Hop up out of this motherfucker Hall of fame nigga from a basement in Brooklyn I swear to God, handin' off my shirt, nah, I aint't playin' the guitar Don't got no time for these losers, they Avatars But I don't gotta got a lot, I got a catalog I've been goin' hard for my dawgs, like I had a dog And it's been like ten years runnin' I ain't had a job It's just a Hermes scarf, I'm in camouflage She got her titties out, kissin' on my battle scars Yeah-yeah-yeah, under night lights Yeah-yeah-yeah, wanna fight like this But none of y'all really wanna live like this Yeah-yeah-yeah In the name of Jesus, my dawg Ain't nobody believe us, my dawg (oh) Prayed up and jeet up, my dawg Ayy, wrist might get freeze up, my dawg In the name of J- In the name of- In the name of Jesus, my dawg Ain't nobody believe us, my dawg (oh) Prayed up and jeet up, my dawg Ayy, wrist might get freeze up, my dawg In the name of-