Gold Crossbow

Yeah
What you say to 'em?
What you say? Uh
What you say? Uh
Yeah (Fidelity)
I like this
Yo

Ten toes on burnin' coals
The burner's close; niggas can't touch me, I'm a germophobe
So many turncoats, no wonder I been turnin' cold
It's too cold to return your coat
You told your channel's stove
Back when Zo was servin' blow he copped from Birdo
The Sterling he drove was Merlot

Word on a stroll, heard on the low, Marcberg'll murder a hoe
Then blow in the Porsche 911 Turbo
Never know, it might be your turn to go
Spin your block, it'll probably leave a crop circle
You'll get shot with the .32, 11 dottin' your bifocal
The thick Jamaican, big batty gal, Bogle
Feel my vocals? Somehow I went from local to global
From small-time rapper to mogul

I ain't gon' even hold you
There's no room on the scrotum, you gotta keep it mobile
That's a quotable
Anytime I go in the booth, lil' homie, it's non-negotiable
Possible length with the coke, nose, spoon
Spoon in the old school look like the one in Ricky Schroder room
Fuck, nigga

Niggas kidnap your girlfriend (uh-huh)
Money still make the world spin (yeah)
Niggas ain't gettin' none of it (niggas ain't gettin' no money)
What you say to 'em? Fuck 'em, then

I was cross, so I bought a crossbow
Your boss is a hoe and suck balls, also
Got more style in my small toe than your whole torso
I oughta burn your whole wardrobe
You know I wore stones the size of gallstones
Motherfuckers got the gall to call my phone
Talkin' 'bout the bullet holes in your daughter room
That's the warning when you ignore the rules

It's war when you put salt on wounds, like when you ordered food
I'm testin' your mental fortitude
Ice on the Muller made the water cool
I put on a pool; niggas ruined the Cuban, I'm gonna puke (y'all fucked them up)
Shit isn't new, we need a reboot
They took what we do and repeat the loop
It's gettin' easier to sleep through
I'm just speakin' truth
We can keep this between me and you or get medieval

We kill innocent people, you know?
Ya dig?
Uh (crazy)
You just gotta let that ride (crazy)
Yeah
Know what I'm sayin'?

Niggas kidnap your girlfriend
Money still make the world spin
Niggas ain't gettin' none of it
What you say to 'em? Fuck 'em, then
Fuck 'em then
What you say to 'em?
What you say? What you say? Uh



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Writer(s): C Meyer Rahkeim
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