Y0Y0 - Golden (feat. K-Wal T)

Yea-yea-yea, yeh
I don't want if it's not golden, codeine got a nigga snoring
Out here where the cold is
Text text gotta ignore bitch, big steps got a nigga folding
Kiting with my brodies
I don't want if it's not coated diamond
On the grind now, I'm too big for Zeitung
Eyes on icon, know that I'm don
Gucci python, big cheques with the Nike's on

Feeling too brick, I'm stiff with a mic on, yea
King is on deck, Ima put all of my money up
Thirteen, nigga writing raps in the back of the class on the hush full blast
No cap that's fact
Seventeen, we was swinging hits at the wall
But the thing is now I know the ropes and the math
One plus one in the back of the car with a bitch in the garage
Man you know a nigga ball
I ain't never loved that bitch; just kept that bitch, no lie, for a hoe on call
Careful with the sheet babe
She gone feed me cake like it my b-day
Bobbing with the track you thought of reggae
She say I'm the one then give me Headie
Posted on the block without a Glock, I'll catch you slipping
Catch you tripping dog you'll get the billing, that's a given
If I don't pull up I know "the mo" they got the fill in
Zero feelings given
Body niggas that's the way we dealing
Fuck this how we living

I don't want if it's not golden, codeine got a nigga snoring
Out here where the cold is
Text text gotta ignore bitch, big steps got a nigga folding
Kiting with my brodies
I don't want if it's not coated diamond
On the grind now, I'm too big for Zeitung
Eyes on icon, know that I'm don
Gucci python, big cheques with the Nike's on

Feeling too brick, I'm stiff with a mic on, yea
King is on deck, Ima put all of my money up
Bottle of Bacardi with me holding all the honies, like yea
Give me sloppy toppy while I'm counting all these hundreds, like yea
Ipso facto I only rap cold
Back to Baku, shitting on the gunners
Facts though facts though, I never cap though
Can't though, my code never been a runner
No back out, quick one two like Kaka
Hear ta-ta, hand on the bag get the MAC out
Get to cover, hand on the sack go
Rata-Tata-Tata, Aye
Shawty baddy na, fit ting flaunt her body na
Ex Machina, slim thick Slovakian
Name Adella, new ting gotta bag her now
Like Roman, no think, show my money her
Everybody ask bare question
Everybody ask, "how's he in the booth?"
Everybody wanna be my guest den
Listen to this joint; got the key to the youth

I don't want if it's not golden, codeine got a nigga snoring
Out here where the cold is
Text text gotta ignore bitch, big steps got a nigga folding
Kiting with my brodies
I don't want if it's not coated diamond
On the grind now, I'm too big for Zeitung
Eyes on icon, know that I'm don
Gucci python, big cheques with the Nike's on

Yeah, you know you could go like
"I eat up the pussy
We can slip and slide like its Toosie
She be wet I'm drowning
Got me feeling like A Boogie wit da Hoodie"

Written by:
Youssef Abdelmegid

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