Rose Gold Fangs

The flow to cold, I make ‘em swang

The gold with rose is off the chain

I soar and floored it through the ranks

I melt your gold to make some fangs

Brought it to the stratosphere and took her to the moon

She like how I hit these notes, I tell by how she swoon, like-

I can’t fall in love again I feel like I’m immune

Strato in Hell’s Kitchen I been cheffin’ up the tunes like

Huh

Triple 7’s in her eyes, she said "My favorite rapper’s Lucki"

I got lucky like a bitch the way that bitch was tryna fuck me

She had trouble with her ex-man I don’t mind him tryna duck me

Triple threat get at ya’ neck the way we came through to the function

Light shows, hoes every day it ain’t nothing

Sick and gettin’ rich I feel like sippin' Robitussin

Yeah

Light the sidewalk Billie Jean

And I can’t make this up for nothing

This ain’t fucking Maybelline

She asked me what’s inside my cup

I told her that it may be lean

She ask me if I’m playing

Which I am, but this ain’t Twisted Tea

I took too much I’m feeling stuck I'm trying to get outta here

She call me GT Strato cause I took her it the Stratosphere like

YUH

The flow to cold, I make ‘em swang

The gold with rose is off the chain

I soar and floored it through the ranks

I melt your gold to make some fangs

Fuck them other bitches they can’t do that shit like you

Play this game of life with me, I promise you won’t lose

He said he a better rapper, put his shit on snooze

Call me Bob the Builder, we just bust straight through the roof like

Huh

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Slatt