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For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the with the vertical doors 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, basket
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Watkin's a faggot
come and get me
Said I him at your neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with 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, timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your
Cherry Bomb, the fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, his hooves
the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is
Cause that's the I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

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

Richer than white people with black
Scarier than black people with
can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie at my wedding
say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or
I turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get money
Every joke you tell just be funny
I mean you can even extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra 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, hold up, my be stuck
up
I the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He "I gave 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 trampoline in my

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

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

This them golf boys, like 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, 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 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 divine one,

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

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

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

Nah its Golf Wang