Yamean

[Intro: Ghais Guevara]

Ayo, you niggas don't even look good

You don't smell good, you don't wear good clothes

You don't put shit together, where's the palates, nigga?

There's no taste, we in the bag, man

It's Goyard, number one, man, cheers, nigga

It's [?], you stupid?

Know what the fuck goin' on, yeah, check

Check

[Verse 1: Ghais Guevara]

Snakeskin bag like opps, lookin' like a lick in the mosque

How it feel to be on top? Ooh

Eyes on me when I shop, think it's got to be the dreadlocks

Bankroll make 'em gimme props, ooh

Put you on game, Aesop, I been gettin' threats on my name

Niggas thinkin' that I went pop, ooh

Green text, I been on the block, reflex, reachin' for the Glock

Brodie got to chill, let it rock

Phew, uh, phew, uh, phew, uh, phew, uh (Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock)

Jared Leto off this liquor, bae, I don't know how to act

Got a material girl on hold, shit look like l'm Haitian Jack

Feel her heart's ionic charge, I'm bracin' for the climax

She want two rounds every night, we run through Trojans, Ajax

All them records niggas sold, you don't see 'em givin' back

Niggas doxxin' on the low, they gon' run you for your plaques

Lil' man could've been a martyr, but instead he a pack

[Chorus: Ghais Guevara]

Two-toned truths, know it take two just to tango

So obtuse, but her fruit sweet as a mango

I hold juice, mean I dictate where he can't go

They like, "Fuck you on?", uh, I'm like, "Fuck you think?", uh

Ten up on my lap, uh, oz of yamean, uh

They like, "Fuck you on?", uh, I'm like, "Fuck you think?", uh

Ten up on my lap, uh, oz of yamean, uh

[Verse 2: Ghais Guevara]

Heard they in my zone, told 'em they can't do that

I could push the button and be bombin' they bivouac

She Schiaparelli at the function with the chrome back

I became a brute inside them trenches, had to own that

Fah, fah, fah, fah

Why they tryin' to tell me what I'm not, not, not, not?

Livin' in the image of a mugshot, mugshot

2-1-5 get tragic when it's hot, hot, hot, hot

Every bullet passin' within earshot, earshot, ayy

[Chorus: Ghais Guevara]

Two-toned truths, know it take two just to tango

So obtuse, but her fruit sweet as a mango

I hold juice, mean I dictate where he can't go

They like, "Fuck you on?", uh, I'm like, "Fuck you think?", uh

Ten up on my lap, uh, oz of yamean, uh

They like, "Fuck you on?", uh, I'm like, "Fuck you think?", uh

Ten up on my lap, uh, oz of yamean, uh

[Verse 3: FARO]

Re-up on Perkys, I need those, huh

I got a ounce in my peacoat, huh

You better not fuck with my 'migos, huh

They slide on you just for a kilo, huh

Rest in peace, Aunty and Jiddo

Fifty-round drum, nigga, I don't reload

Niggas talk shit, but they know that they weak though, huh

FARO just put in the cheat code, huh

Crossover, I do it like DEVO

Stupid niggas, we mobbin' contigo, move it

Nigga keep talkin' 'bout beams, shoot it

Nigga keep sayin' I'm weak, better prove it

Come to Miami with heat, better cool it

Niggas think they the truth, but I need my payment

Goku, Gohan, what are you sayin'?

Off two X in the club, I'm ravin'

Fuck nigga, look at the road that I'm pavin'

3-5-2 to the top in the makin'

Not with the cops, boy, I'm not with the bacon

Hit from the front, got a bad bitch shakin'

Bottle of pop, makin' drop with the Quagen

Kick it in Canada, Jonathan David, I had to stack it up

I don't think that these fuck niggas mad enough

These niggas be talkin', these niggas be chattin'

Like niggas won't get at you, dummy

We not homies, we ain't friendly

We not kin, nigga, we not buddies

They be like, "FARO be lurkin'", like, "FARO be quiet"

No, FARO be stackin' his money, 'cause, trust me

If shit was a problem, you niggas would know it

And all of this shit would get bloody

[Outro]

Gha'is, it's more way from now on, baby

Good life, man, cheers

Goyard