Golden Child

Sometimes you, you ain't got no choice, know what I'm sayin, Mob Gang

You just got to get in there

Yea, yea

Front line, take a **** life if he want mine

Trap boomin' got it lookin' like a lunch line

The homie let me shoot it when it's crunch time (bah)

I ain' bout to front a **** cause I want mine (I want it)

Beat the pussy up I should've been on drum

Line (mmm)

King Tut gold when a **** shine (shine)

When somebody talkin' look him in both eyes (yup)

Give me the truth I don't want lies (the truth)

Give me some drums I don't want nines (bop bop)

I'm good with the beef get deep fried

My imagination by the seaside

Strap down to the floor whenever we ride

The game that you sellin' ain't buyin (ain't)

**** wanna smoke, come try it

I'm really him, not lyin' (yup)

I done did shit that you wouldn't believe (wouldn't believe)

Dove off that porch like I'm Scuba Steve

Me and T in that Audi like Need for Speed (skrr)

I pull up with that pack like who need the weed (gas)

Smokin' on gas I got kerosene

Put a bitch **** head in the guillotine

I'll still sell them white boy amphetamines

I got gold on me dancin' no Billie Jean (work)

These fuck **** envy me

Didn't send no mail or come visit me (no)

Flag on the plate, throw a penalty

Tuberculosis, they sick of me, ridin' and swervin' around Bethany recklessly (skr skr)

Chasing money, that shit a necessity

Kickin' doors in my motherfuckin' specialty

**** say that they Dawgs, deputy (roof)

I see pussy in him, estrogen ( a pussy)

Got a grind hard and work like a Mexican (work)

Rollin' up heavily, smokin' om medicine

Fly like a pelican

Who got them drugs? I do on some wedding shit (I do)

Dukie love pull up, got drip like aquarium Too many fishes in the sea (water)

He gon' snitch, I'd rather keep it G (damn)

Jimmy Butler playin' with the heat (bah)

If they askin' for me, ****, I'll be

Front line, take a **** life if he want mine

Trap boomin' got it lookin' like a lunch line

The homie let me shoot it when it's crunch time (bah)

I ain' bout to front a **** cause I want mine (I want it)

Beat the pussy up I should've been on drum

Line (mmm)

King Tut gold when a **** shine (shine)

When somebody talkin' look him in both eyes (yup)

Give me the truth I don't want lies (the truth)

Give me some drums I don't want nines (bop bop)

I'm good with the beef get deep fried

My imagination by the seaside

Strap down to the floor whenever we ride

The game that you sellin' ain't buyin (ain't)

**** wanna smoke, come try it

I'm really him, not lyin' (yup)

**** just tell the truth with your cappin ass (boy you cap)

Like a fuckin' incredible, do the dash (skrr)

You'd be mad if I brought up my fuckin' past (what)

Me and Dukie lump we was so down bad

Break up in your house and take a **** stash (give me that)

Man, I just brought your bitch some new knee pads (I did)

Took your partner lil' bitch and now he mad (he is)

Ayy, I'm on they head like a durag

They already knew that

Young Leww don't do that

They askin' about beef, I'm like, boy, where the food at?

Fuck all that talkin, show me where them blues at (where the money)

I gotta make a play like, boy, where my shoes at?

All my **** strapped up, boy, we on the dangerous

Twist your motherfuckin' fingers up, what you claimin?

Slang that choppa like Marvin on Raising Kanan (brrrr)

Exotic sherbet lotto what a **** blazin' (gas)

Trappin' out the vacant for the Benjy faces

If interrogated, I can't make a statement

I be so impatient, I'ma need my payment

I do this for nation, boy, the mob the greatest Not with all that fakin' front line when I bring it

Front line, take a **** life if he want mine

Trap boomin' got it lookin' like a lunch line

The homie let me shoot it when it's crunch time (bah)

I ain' bout to front a **** cause I want mine (I want it)

Beat the pussy up I should've been on drum

Line (mmm)

King Tut gold when a **** shine (shine)

When somebody talkin' look him in both eyes (yup)

Give me the truth I don't want lies (the truth)

Give me some drums I don't want nines (bop bop)

I'm good with the beef get deep fried

My imagination by the seaside

Strap down to the floor whenever we ride

The game that you sellin' ain't buyin (ain't)

**** wanna smoke, come try it

I'm really him, not lyin' (yup)