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

Money, money, money, money, money the motive
What's name 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 butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
Please and get me
Said I him at your neck
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 I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never
But you fucked up as a parent, child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you run that shit back
And your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick
Young T, quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' juice
Put fuckin' cow on my level, cause 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 they me?
Cause Nike gave lot of checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to check

Richer than white people with black
Scarier black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my
They say I'm crazy but the best thing 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 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 know they told their white daughters don't bring home
I am the free nigga
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny when you get extra
Every you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I gave you all I got, you still extra from me
Oxford want a full blown from me
And the Lexus pull up, like 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 with fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

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

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

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

them golf boys, like 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 like before Cain
Got too much drive, like ten lanes
is a broad and she give brain
That's that head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that year I was born
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga I
You find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck one
Fuck, and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my up
Steaks are high done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin'
I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, out to Donald Sterling
Boy get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda
You the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick
Was, fuck us, maybe we team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma

Son you need
But I he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm for the new Yeezys
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