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For boy
I'm Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, money the motive
What's name again? Nobody knows it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
I'm
say I'm nutty, picnic basket
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Watkin's a faggot
Please and get me
I suck him at your neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' me
I got banned from New Zealand, called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never
But you fucked up as a parent, your idol's a nigger
I clearly give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck Snapchat
Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick
T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, his hooves
Tyler the Creator Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is
Cause that's the level I'm at, my pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why they like me?
Cause gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga to check Nike

Richer than people with black kids
Scarier than black people ideas
can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing for me
You can't Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny you get extra money
Every joke you tell be extra funny
I mean you can even extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you want extra from me
want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I you a big dick, so go extra hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' and Geeks got a trampoline in my room

Two, Three,
your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' that T lost it
I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
losers

Hold fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of
I knock 'em down, effect, no pepperoni
I

This golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, go hard like before Cain
Got too much drive, like ten lanes
is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, a dream car
Got a ten, of that same year I was born
That's that one nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck one
Fuck, skate and die son, a ways to die son
I'm at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm wake my high up
are high well done and prime cut, eat up
I my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies
Cuz I'm tryna hang I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama,
I need all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should up
Anti Golf 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma

Son you need
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor
Or lame, nor

Nah its Golf Wang