Guyanese Moshpit Songtext

Ayy, this my new freezer, 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)

Ayy, 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
Whole [?] 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 don't play any 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 Hermès 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, then jeet up, my dawg
Ayy, this my new freezer, my dawg

In the name of—
In the name of—
In the name of—

In the name of Jesus, my dawg
Ain't nobody believe us, my dawg (Oh)
Prayed up, then jeet up, my dawg
Ayy, this my new freezer, my dawg
In the name of—