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For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and 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 your again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a
come and get me
Said I suck him at your
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, timber
But you up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your
Cherry Bomb, the greatest 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, exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, is soft
We lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' 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 section is
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a
Ye!

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

Richer white people with black kids
than black people with ideas
Nobody can me where I'm headin'
But I like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best going for me
You can't Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a 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 told their white daughters don't home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra
Every joke you tell just be extra
I mean you can even extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I gave you all I got, you want extra from me
want a full blown lecture from me
And the pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my 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 with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a in my room

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

Hold fuckin' ponies my homie
I your donkey 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 boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go like before Cain
Got too drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a and she give brain
That's that head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same 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 but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred to die son
I'm at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my in her mouth, let the time come
She got like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, niggas colder 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 the Clippers
And a owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a couple
the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or in Berlin
Or some from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Sermon
Was, us, maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't with me either
I'mma liar, faggot

Son you Jesus
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