Rashad Holt - Garrison Lyrics

Louis Vuitton
Fashion
Designer

Harry Winston
Ice
Diamonds

Young nigga
Just wanted you in my life

Used Finesse checks
Sleep on a futon

Now don't even talk
This shit tragic

We both in this shit
How Im supposed to move on

Got off my ass
Bank account did magic

F*ck your best friend
Oh shit
I was dead wrong

Hard worker
Always on the clock
Look if you want
You won't find one like her

Bad lil mama
Pissed her off she stabbing

North face and Montcler
Out in Neimans cashing

After we shop
Thumb in your booty
You would scratch my back
You tell me pull your hair

You was tryna show me things
But I just wasn't playing fair

Hit it in the laundry room
Sometimes I hit it on the stairs

We tried all over place
When I wasn't on duty
your parents wasn't there

Girl when I get back to garrison
Ima put this dick on you

All type of positions
You thought I never knew

Ima beat that pussy up
All night
Until you say you though

You gonna but upset
In that pussy like a vet
Ima beat them vagina walls loose

Loyalty
One day she explained to me

Never trust a bitch
Know how to pay bond fees

While you in the field
Savage in your crib
Nigga ain't shit
Smoking up all your weed

She don't wanna control me
She jus tryna pay
Her financial obligation fees

One in the morning
Whipped her Toyota
Wrapped round a telephone pole

That's the last straw
Your really big pissed off
You packed up
Hit the road

I tried to fix it
You ain't wanna hear it
You ain't takin my shit no more

F*ckin all these bitches
Thinking I'm slick
Whole time
Come to find out you known

You seem I was a true nigga
I was just young as f*ck
I had the chance of a lifetime
I went and blew my luck

Tried some butches
After that
But don't add up to
What you was

Got me creeping
All on social media
Lookin at your selfies
To get a buzz