McQueen Lyrics

Goldie, please help me

I gotta think about it, you know. It might just work, yeah

Hey man, I gotta split now. I gotta go catch this little trick

But, uh, why don't you come by the pad a little bit later, you know

Be like you never left

Goldie, please

Later, baby. I mean, go do what you gotta do, you know. Go ahead

Say, who the fuck are these niggas? You know they nowhere close to Za

I'm smoked out, nigga. I got a secret handshake with God. I'm a man and I'm flawed

But I answer when I'm fucking called. She can go anywhere she want, but what's the point

Her nigga got it all. To push your shit back even if you boss

Animalistic, leave you mauled in a pod

They applaud us like I see through walls

Take new money out my old friends, slap it

New 4Gs on this old Benz. The game's vibe, I left for stench

How long did this bitch winch to sit her ass on the bench

How long did this bitch winch to sit her ass on the bench

The weed I pinch, give me a slow, evil smile like the cringe

And there's no truth, you gon' die and we don't make amends

And you could die slow if we was never friends

You know me, clever, trans, leather Benz

They know who let the devil in

Cast a spell into the atmosphere, I'm high as fuck for real

My altitude, that's the stratosphere

Standing here still feel like I'm fucking Lander still

She claim that she can suck it up, I mean, well, let me see her skills

This is not a drill

Catch her scheming off the top, the easiest way to get you killed

My brain's priceless, I'm twice as nice as your fucking highness

Fuck the fresh prince, nigga, I'm your royal flight

And that cheap shit, fuck up your silence

Count these old men, that's my fucking census

McQueen for the jam, McQueen for the lenses

Tripping off shrooms, listening to MF Doom

My hippie bitch, dressed nude under the moon

I feed her, don't buy the spoon

Watch that butterfly break out her cocoon

And I'm a god, you a fucking goon

Hold on, that's a lot of words, so I'm gonna let it breathe for a second

But y'all gotta understand

Lesson

Yeah, we here now

We ain't going nowhere

It's simple

Strap in, tap in

What comes next

It's out of your motherfucking hands, you feel me

But it's all love

Go, y'all

I'm so close, I can taste it

Dope man, I'm talking Ronald Reagan

And Creed, indeed, is my favorite fragrance

I don't respond to negligence, just wealth

Hence, I'm godly, but I won't accept if you repent

Said I could get you touched for nothing, I'm talking about pocket lint

The clock strikes ten, I hop in the Benz

I got precious and peppermint

Versace, nigga, all on my body

Fendi and Versace when it collapsed

At 12K on clothes, I could've swiped for everything

But you know, my inner dope boy just love to pay cash

I'm not a magician, baby, and I just a mink

This ain't no fur rabbit hat

I kill her from the back, then I send her back

My booster bitch, she hit mine clear, nigga

I pay four racks for the cold racks

I'm peachy, baby, like the light-skinned Kodak

I smoke till my lungs hurt, yeah, baby

This big za, and you know that

She sick off her Snapchat throwbacks

Knowing that shit could never go back