Tropical Golden Boot

B-b-bad B come to the niz

Skin all gold, she cute

How's her boyfriend pissed 'cause she knows my tunes?

I need me a skeng, I can't fit in the ride

We might have to slide with an open boot

Scored all of these points this season

OFB won the Golden Boot

Still do it how I did it with Scat

We've already worn those boots

Opps see the offside flag

Come like they forgot their boots

Them man there selective bad boys

I really don't know how they pick and choose

The whole gang spent bands on boots

Them man can't afford no boots

I'm married to Elizabeth, that's my wife

Anything green get bun, still do it like I done it like half my life

Any sight of the goal, man shoot

Perform this excellent finish, I do it like Kane or Lukaku

Old school like Bergkamp and Henry

Ammunition stays on me

Keep an eye out for undies

Sawn-off cost me a monkey

Opposition wish they can touch me

I remember pedal bike days and the kitchen knife getting frontied

Now-now man just fly out the front seat

Opps know that the gang too dumpy

Age seventeen in country, me and Jay like Lucas and Bumpy

My first phone call's my alarm clock, the line too jumpy

I told my young boys, fly upsee

I hit shots from far, like Roberto Carlos

All I do is organize orders, come like I work in Argos

I do it for the bread, no hard dough

Headie One need a reload in cargo

Still tryna do it like they did it in Narcos

I put weight on my phone, no cardio

Opps see me in the flesh and they can't help when their heart goes

All we did is pressure these opps

Now they can't stand the field like Marlo

B-b-bad B come to the niz

Skin all gold, she cute

How's her boyfriend pissed 'cause she knows my tunes?

I need me a skeng, I can't fit in the ride

We might have to slide with an open boot

Scored all of these points this season

(OFB, OFB, OFB)

Free Bradz, that's my guy

Say somebody have to control her

I was on basic coping

Touch road and these tires got broken

Me and these fools like Krept and Konan

They soon touch the road all swollen

Bet he's gonna want his boots all golden

Can't tell the gang about scoring

Been over them sides there, tryna tear shirts open like Hulk Hogan

I gotta burn my clothing and dodge the wing

Cah I like my bread toasted

Dem man hope to my downfall and now they're all still hoping

Back-back-back then I tried smoke with a sawny'

And all now I'm still smoking

Just done a whole night shift, and all now they're still calling

T-house looking all scary, have you ever watched Conjuring?

And that's all for the bread and wine

That's even those far from holy

Mask on my face, they could've been Cactus Jack or Mick Foley

B-b-bad B come to the niz

Skin all gold, she cute

How's her boyfriend pissed 'cause she knows my tunes?

I need me a skeng, I can't fit in the ride

We might have to slide with an open boot

Scored all of these points this season

OFB won the Golden Boot

Still do it how I did it with Scat

We've already worn those boots

Opps see the offside flag

Come like they forgot their boots

Them man there selective bad boys

I really don't know how they pick and choose

The whole gang spent bands on boots

Them man can't afford no boots