Remedy

Aye
Oh my god Goldie Glocks bitch
If you tryna' roll holla I'll be in the coupe
(yeah)
Yeah I'm type nice I ain't reach my pinnacle
(yeah)
Shimmy, shake, dab, i'm in paper like the news
(huh)
Money crippin' long only want it if its blue
(if its blue yeah)
Aye wanna hold something you can hold these
(hold these)
Shorty all up on the yack and fuck up both knees
(both knees)
Who the boy up on the track yeah man thats Goldie
(who that boy?)
I be moving with squad yeah that my Brodies
(yeah)
Aye drip drip water wrist anemone
(wrist anemone)
In between two bitches call me centerpiece
(centerpiece)
I be cooking I be mixing up the remedy
(remedy)
They gon' hate but I know you gonna remember me
(yeah)
Now if you hating on the jawn hold my dick
(hold my dick)
Im like Lebron in L.A, I hit a lick
(hit a lick)
Flow dirty, now we getting filthy rich
(rich rich)
We mob with gang and you know we with the shits

Heard they cooking with the rock
Hit 'em with a peoples elbow
I put the train on ya bitch, no railroad
(no rail)
She made my shell shock till my drop top
If you try and cockblock you can get the pop pop
(pop pop)
Me and Bottz counting hella' bands you can't see it im the man
You's a fan, get yo mans bitch
(get yo mans bitch)
Didn't wanna have to do it, imma do it now
But all these hoes, they be thotties they gon' fool around

Try-Try-Try and copy drippy, you can't clone me
Smoking cookies gas pass ass with the homies
(pass it)
I be moving
I be moving
I be moving Yeah
With a bitch, fat tits, and some booty yeah

I used to transport with my Jan-sport
(Jan-sport)
Now I gottem' all moving, that a landlord
(thats a what)
Give a fuck about you, eat a frank boy
You just hating on the fucking sauce, yous a stank boy
Kill it, I live it, I got them styles you can't steal it
Affiliated with dripping and like the sink you gon' fill it
Applying pressure to necks and next thing raise the ceiling
Motherfuckers can't stop me and god knows I'm lord willing
(yeah)
I let the fit flame, hear my drip talk (drip talk)
We ain't coming unless you got more than a ziploc
(thats a zip)
The type to run from pussy, that what we are not
Made her clit pop and have her do the Diddy bop

Around here, I be running it
Coupe I be jumping it
I maneuver while you ain't doing shit like a punishment
Savage for the fucking guap, futures to the dome and top
Stone cold stun ya bitch and cooking like the fucking rock (cook it)
Patek, imma addict
Bugs bunny with the carrot, this is special tailor fabric
Whip the foreign like its Paris
Pull up with a buss down, you get hit a hundred round
Leave yo bitch in lost and found, hear that chopper make a sound
(raah)
Oh my god Goldie Glocks bitch
If you tryna' roll holla, I'll be in the coupe
(Yeah)
Yeah I'm type nice, I ain't reach my pinnacle
(Yeah)
Shimmy shake dab i'm in paper like the news
(huh)
Money crippin' long only want it if its blue
(if its blue yeah)
Aye wanna hold something you can hold these
(hold these)
Shorty all up on the yack and fuck up both knees
(both knees)
Who the boy up on the track yeah man thats Goldie
(who that boy)
I be moving with squad yeah that my Brodies
(yeah)
Aye drip drip water wrist anemone
(wrist anemone)
In between two bitches call me centerpiece
(centerpiece)
I be cooking I be mixing up the remedy
(remedy)
They gon' hate but I know you gonna remember me
(yeah)
Now if you hating on the jawn hold my dick
(hold my dick)
Im like LeBron in L.A I hit a lick
(hit a lick)
Flow dirty now we getting filthy rich
(rich rich)
We mob with gang and you know we with the shits yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Breneman Callahan, Paxton Roman Bravo-mclelland, James Carroll Berry, Jack Raymond Lloyd, Seth Alan Radman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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