GoldenBoy
I just hit the 101, I'm speeding cuz it's 1AM
Carjacker failed, so I'm steady saying Lord Amen
Puto tried to catch a nigga lacking at the red light
Can't talk him down, so I'm vrooming in the dead night
I just need a little something here to get my head right
Hit shawty line, and her man said it was on sight, fuck nigga
Said check your girl, in an hour she'll be on pipe
If you the boss cut your loss nigga, next swipe
Most these niggas say they strapped up like they Young M.A
But most these niggas acting need to chase an Emmy
Same one that smile through they teeth and act to friendly
Same one that's waiting on they chance to go and end me
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
Good food and weed what I enjoy, yuh
And she gone back that thing up on the GoldenBoy
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
Why you hating on me though
We was tight like a Speedo, but then I blew up like a torpedo
And I couldn't find you like Nemo
Till you turn up acting all emo, Danny devito in Batman returns
Like nigga who he though
Wrapped up like a burrito
Fried just like frito
That's it with that shit
You know how this shit go by now
I go ballistic but somehow I missed all the fucks that I'd give like right about now
I got these feelings that I write down
And I don't really plan to hold back
See when JB hit me with this DWNLD beat I knew deep down there was really no going back
Went ahead and put my city on my back so everywhere I go they all know where we at
I don't fuck with these niggas
cause niggas is bitches so just like with Thursdays I throw 'em back
Now that y'all niggas know I'm back
I need y'all to realize there ain't shit that could hold me down
Niggas know that I hold it down
Bet against me, it's cool 'cause what comes around goes around
So you know that it's over now
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
Good food and weed what I enjoy, yuh
And she gone back that thing up on the GoldenBoy
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
She gone give me toppy, call me papi with the chulo
She ride me kawasaki when I'm in that culo
If she ain't mess with lames then James why she with you though
I flip the odds just like a brother was in Judo, flip
I been zooted since the shift ended, I been beaming
Aye what it do, time with you I been dreaming
And she ain't smoke, she ain't drink and that's cool though
Even in lockdown
Well baby girl that's kudos
How the fuck is y'all just gonna raw dog life
Need to chase my day with a little whiskey sprite
I just ate an edible to get up on my flight
I just popped another one that's how I say goodnight
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
Good food and weed what I enjoy, yuh
And she gone back that thing up on the GoldenBoy
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
Carjacker failed, so I'm steady saying Lord Amen
Puto tried to catch a nigga lacking at the red light
Can't talk him down, so I'm vrooming in the dead night
I just need a little something here to get my head right
Hit shawty line, and her man said it was on sight, fuck nigga
Said check your girl, in an hour she'll be on pipe
If you the boss cut your loss nigga, next swipe
Most these niggas say they strapped up like they Young M.A
But most these niggas acting need to chase an Emmy
Same one that smile through they teeth and act to friendly
Same one that's waiting on they chance to go and end me
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
Good food and weed what I enjoy, yuh
And she gone back that thing up on the GoldenBoy
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
Why you hating on me though
We was tight like a Speedo, but then I blew up like a torpedo
And I couldn't find you like Nemo
Till you turn up acting all emo, Danny devito in Batman returns
Like nigga who he though
Wrapped up like a burrito
Fried just like frito
That's it with that shit
You know how this shit go by now
I go ballistic but somehow I missed all the fucks that I'd give like right about now
I got these feelings that I write down
And I don't really plan to hold back
See when JB hit me with this DWNLD beat I knew deep down there was really no going back
Went ahead and put my city on my back so everywhere I go they all know where we at
I don't fuck with these niggas
cause niggas is bitches so just like with Thursdays I throw 'em back
Now that y'all niggas know I'm back
I need y'all to realize there ain't shit that could hold me down
Niggas know that I hold it down
Bet against me, it's cool 'cause what comes around goes around
So you know that it's over now
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
Good food and weed what I enjoy, yuh
And she gone back that thing up on the GoldenBoy
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
She gone give me toppy, call me papi with the chulo
She ride me kawasaki when I'm in that culo
If she ain't mess with lames then James why she with you though
I flip the odds just like a brother was in Judo, flip
I been zooted since the shift ended, I been beaming
Aye what it do, time with you I been dreaming
And she ain't smoke, she ain't drink and that's cool though
Even in lockdown
Well baby girl that's kudos
How the fuck is y'all just gonna raw dog life
Need to chase my day with a little whiskey sprite
I just ate an edible to get up on my flight
I just popped another one that's how I say goodnight
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
Good food and weed what I enjoy, yuh
And she gone back that thing up on the GoldenBoy
Don't hate the player, charge it to the game
Scratch that, hate yourself, it's your choice you lame
Bitch
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