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4PF Freestyle
765
Hip-Hop/Rap
4PF Freestyle was released on August 28, 2021 by Simple Stupid Records - Goldenboy Countup as a part of the album Chicken Man
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Release DateAugust 28, 2021
LabelSimple Stupid Records - Goldenboy Countup
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Goldenboy Countup
Goldenboy Countup
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roderick Golden Jr.
Roderick Golden Jr.
Songwriter

Lyrics

Turn me up a lil' bit in these speaker headphones
(Reuel, stop playin' with these ****)
Golden
Son (CountUp)
Yeah
Got that shit on me, ****, uh, uh
Big chicken shit, ****, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got that shit on me, ****
You know what I'm sayin'? I made that shit for them real trap ****, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit, workin' **** too, ****, we saved that shit up, shit on a ****, you know what I'm sayin'?
Visitin' them strip clubs and bitches out there scammin' and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Ayy
Uh, Golden, you got four pockets full and never met Baby?
Standin' over the stove, ****, workin' on a foreign baby
Calm down, ****, you just mad I hit your main lady
Hundred P's, two thousand apiece, you just made eighty
****, I spend a thousand off today, I ain't no cheap ****
You better have your stick when you goin' to meet them creep ****
Golden bougie than a bitch, Double C's on my feet, ****
I get one scuff, now Double G's on my feet, **** (Ayy, uh)
Cappin'-ass **** on the 'Gram talkin' big money
I'll give that **** a hundred dollars, he ain't seen money
Molly Santan, really bring you Billie Jean money
When you get the ball, you get mad, Kareem money
Golden, why these **** talkin' down on you to these hoes?
I told her tell that petty-ass **** to take out them goals
****, you've been rappin' thirty years makin' two a show?
The streets know your net worth, ****, they really worth the pope
Ayy, now who he talkin' 'bout?
If them Christian Dior shoes fit, ****, you better walk it out
Bitch, I'm from the D, if we beef, we can't talk it out
Last tape the picture, matter fact, cuh, crop him out
How the fuck that **** got his diamonds off of street money?
Cuh, that's a hundred racks in blues, I really peep money
Plug told me save ten thousand, that's some free money
I just left the doctor, got some B's and some D's money
Golden had his fork in his bowl when he whip the glass
Composition book, was writtin' routes but I was sellin' gas
Sixteen, pulled up in a Jag' when I was goin' to class
Golden, you was sittin' in the class but now I teach the class
I just spent a pound for my son new chain, ****
Golden, he gon' wrap his ass off, I don't sane, ****
You can't have a million dollars cash, you still a lame ****
I kinda was a kingpin before I got this fame, **** (Ayy, hold up, uh)
That **** for real, though
I ain't sprinklin' shit on my shit, ****, this real dope
Unc' say he got a nosebleed, this that real coke
She faker than a bitch, but she actin' like a real ho
****, Golden
Written by: Roderick Golden Jr.
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