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

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody it
speak to me nigga, you not important
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 neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man nobody with me
I got banned from New Zealand, called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never
But you up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that back
And fuck loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' since the days of sound
And that shit pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the
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 em a plate
Ye!

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

Richer white people with black kids
Scarier than black with ideas
Nobody can tell me I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, 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 a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
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 know they told their white don't bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be funny
I mean you can even dress bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want from me
Oxford a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt 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 fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go 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,
Hold your horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought T lost it
I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust
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

them 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 up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before
Got too much drive, like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she brain
That's road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of same year I was born
that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

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

them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for
(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 owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a couple
Where the grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in
Or some from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all the street like 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 need
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus,
I'm for the new Yeezys
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