Golden Child Lyrics

I be, Only stepping in designer these Dior One's

After Thumbing all this pape, I got sore thumbs

All these Karats in my Face, I got sore gums

We ain't finna slide up Soft, We got Four guns

That's the reason why these niggas never hang with us

Cause the shit we love to do be touching dangerous

Bitch told me I was broke and it stuck with me

Flashed some bands, Then I told her she off Angel Dust

Six hoes, One night, Out here pushing P

Always got a Counter strike, Aint no pushing me

Sent shots to his face, now he pulling teeth

All you hoes played with me, Now I got a booking fee

Niggas hopped on dick, And they fans now?

They throwing neck and I ain't gotta throw a band out

I got a plan right now, And it's branched out

When I'm up niggas never getting handouts

Rocked this bitch world, Out here feeling like I'm Mike Jack

Me and Vez out here getting banks Hijacked

If it's a Firewall on sight, We then Bypassed

Throw atleast a band in the convo and I might act

Akorn, I can't even use my brain right

So Gone, I can't even spell my name right

Sent Shots using fists like a Playfight

You could turn that Hundred to a Band, Play the game right

Fit heat, And I'm only rocking plain white

Spent a band, made it back, On the same night

Never on my level even if we was the same height

I then smoked her out, so I'm knowing that it's bang night

Nowadays Ducking niggas, Tryna make pape

Because I knew that I was never on the same page

They like Yoozles you had changed when you start rapping

It's cause me and you ain't moving at the same pace

Show some blues to yo bitch, Now she throwing it

Call me Golden Child in these Chains, Cause I'm Glowing bitch

Whats the point of flexing bread If you ain't showing it?

And I ain't never need a Hype man Cause I know I'm it

It's always broke niggas saying shoes rip offs

I'm the type to spend a band if I'm pissed off

Got the Beat Jumping like A Tip Off

Hoes on my Dick, So I told 'em "Have a strip off"

Bitches on my nuts, I'm just asking them to hop off

It was a Lamb Truck until I threw the top off

Dress what I am, So I threw me on some Rockstar

Gave mark some grape, And he sipped it like it's wockhardt

Strolling downtown, Fit Itzel as a fuck

He was, Talking shit until we ran him out of luck

Said he, Upped dog, Gotta count how many fucks

And it's Just as much fucks as his status with some bucks

I had, Got my pape right before I fuck with hoes

Shut up, All my haters that was tryna get me gone

I was, In my home but I was in there chasing goals

In my room dropping heat, but my neck was on froze

I be, in the Stu' Getting higher than the O-Zone

Wake up looking for suits like I'm frozone

I'm always opium because I'm feeling So Lone

World on my Back but I be out here moving Dolo

It was amber for the pants with a polo

Gotta give me Twenty if you want a photo

Shoutout Mitch, He be holding with my promos

Hoes in my bed, Tryna hit me with a pogo

Show some blues to yo bitch, Now she throwing it

Call me Golden Child in these Chains, Cause I'm Glowing bitch

Whats the point of flexing bread If you ain't showing it?

And I ain't never need a Hype man Cause I know I'm it