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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 vertical nigga

Money, money, money, money, money ain't the
What's your again? Nobody knows it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
Not short of a
A peanut butter, Boyce a faggot
Please and get me
Said I suck him at neck
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody with me
I got banned from New Zealand, called me demon
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a
I don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, his hooves
Tyler the sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our 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 only nigga ever to Nike

Richer than white people with black
Scarier than black people with
Nobody can tell me where I'm
But I like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm in spite of em
I you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I turn the tanks to playgrounds
I of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny you get extra money
Every you tell just 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 lecture me
And the Lexus pull up, 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 gave you a big dick, so go hard"

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

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

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

This them golf boys, like them hot
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 Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten
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 gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a one, Tune

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

Son you need
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus,
I'm prayin' for the new
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah its Golf Wang