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

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
What's your name Nobody knows it
speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
Not short of a
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a
come and get me
Said I suck him at neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man nobody with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't it
Ban a kid the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a
I clearly don't a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his
Tyler the Creator sweatin' juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the
Mom I you a promise, it's no more section 8
we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why don't like me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas
But I'm the nigga ever to check Nike

Richer white people with black kids
Scarier than black people ideas
Nobody can me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but the best thing going for me
You Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in of em
I believe you a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell be extra funny
I mean you can even dress bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown from me
And the pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, 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 McLaren with the doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my

Two, Three,
Hold your fuckin'
Niggas really fuckin' thought T lost it
Like I'm better at an been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust
losers

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

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

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

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

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

Nah its Golf Wang