Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Delivery Boys
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Delivery Boys
Composer
Yaseen Al-Saladin
Lyrics
Max Gertler
Lyrics
Gregory Bayne
Lyrics
Jamie Calder
Lyrics
Lyrics
LOSTBOYBK (Verse)
2 feet on the land but ain’t from philly
I been colder that cafeteria cup of chilli
I pull my socks up and touch ceiling
god willing a touch a million
that’s just goldwood bar
I’m smoking weed out the door ajar
Roll the windows up them I’m rolling off
Yall n***** not what I am
That’s existential
Came up off of selling the Asian plug fear of god essentials
how much bread stacked is confidential
hunneds on floor like flower petals
now i remember how I met you shorty
we used to knock the balls over the fence at Van Voorhees
Pushing up on this money been pumping up my endorphins
The deal money clean now my pockets smell chlorine
I used to get out the street selling 3 5’s for forty
N***** telling lies bet I can I feel it my legs
Flexing that lil dollar but his bank account is red
never count sheep when I sleep I count bread
Hear it ring in the morning put some pep in my step
Cross me I do you according
In the v bumping accordion
Saying f*** it to the choruses
Cause we ain’t do no choruses
said cross me I do you accordingly
Me and you was never bordering
Flying lady of ecstasy hood ornament n****
Max Gertler (Verse)
Was smoking loud and making prank calls
B****** shaking a** I see the answer like an 8 ball
So come and find me any time and place
Lock me in the studio it’s gucci thats my happy place
lazy Susans how the tables turning dumb fast
I’m peaking out like every single plumbers buttcrack
Austin powers smoking sour got my mojo back
Small world but I got bigger shoes to fill then shaq
Im a shallow m*********** but my b**** aint
I hit your show it’s looking like it’s senior skip day
Lonely at the top I guess the only way to go is down
Smoking loud, mope around repeat the record broken now
But out in L A late night, them stores aint open
I’m on my last legs like the parlay golden
Balling in our own league, I watch it back in slow mo
Game winning 3 from the d boys logo
YGB (Verse)
And when I pass away Disperse my ashes in a lake and birth the lochness
drifting down the river Styx he payed with gold watches
Burn me at the stake to rid my body of the toxins
I’m rightin all my wrongs and then I’m cuttin all the losses
For my shawty imma leave alone you prolly couldn’t see the road
My gift is gods body blood turnin to adrenachrome
Don’t drink it
I signed the death note my best homies told me what the f*** you thinkin
Watched her go behind my back like Jada pinkett
Pill hard to swallow glass tall as abe lincoln
I’m leavin goldwood all the roleys with a big face
He promised he would hold it but he couldn’t hold the distaste
Foul taste in my mouth
The lotti breakin it down
Like if I throw in the towel
Im never raisin a child
I’d be displacing the crown
Only for me though
So heavy you would die countin the kilos
The chosen one hold a gun like I’m neo
The suns dead burnin red like hot Cheetos
I guard the goal bully ball on my deebo
Might shoot a 3 tho
Goldwood (Verse)
Hoodie black Betwixt my fingers got a Fat blunt
Fun fact I never didn’t tell a fact once
Studi 4 am my feet up I’m kicking back
I never copped a DAW before recorded all it off a cracked one
Ferragamo coat a cloud of smoke around my Amygdala
Pockets looking stocky body ocky look like Baki hanma
Work around the clock a vintage watch the face a diorama
Hola it’s de nada with my entourage like Johnny drama
Dead inside sometimes I reminisce so I can feel alive
A wild child on state street when the slices were 2.25
I told you 20 times from every side thru every rhyme
That I’m a different kind you swine cannot survive what’s in my mind
When goldwood get in that the track spinnin like a nutribullet
I don’t touch the gat my fingers snap and then my shooters pull it
In the foreign the Top back In the coup you’d think the roof is see thru
D boys on the corner we the 4 like we farouq-aminu
Cup full of abrosia on my throne I Sip forbidden nectar
My Bald Italian plug look like static selektah
African plug with glasses resembles lil tecca
The way that Goldwood break the game they need to patch the meta
B****
Written by: Delivery Boys, Gregory Bayne, Jamie Calder, Max Gertler, Yaseen Al-Saladin
