GOLDEN CHILD 2 Lyrics

I'm a young rich nigga, bitches think I hit the lotto

I'mma pour it in her mouth

But I'mma drink it from the bottle

Tryna get me on the OnlyFans, but I ain't even meet her

Got her callin' out to Jesus, but that bitch a non-believer

Woah

Wait, slow it down

Better keep ya hands inside your pocket

Reach for mine it's goin' down

I hadda pole since I was like a jit

But I ain't showin' out

Whack a mole, hammer on the stick

We get to blowin' now

Blow it down

Shorde like that wolf when she be goin' down

Quarter pound ah loud

I called another broad to buss it down

Angel numbers on the Glock, think I got a .22

Bruddas tryna find the drop, shit I'm tryna find it too

Put one in the head, boy don't be dumb

That's what I'm tryna do

Tryna shoot

Aimin' for the square, I hope I find the hoop

Got a couple minutes fore the feds pull up to find the loot

Bet not try to move

Cause if you run, I throw a alley-oop

Jumpin' in

Dive into these hoes

I gotta speedo in

Bouta speed again

Take away her pain

She call me heroin

I won't save a hoe

Cause I'm a villain

Ain't no heroes in

Guarantee that I won't miss the target when I'm zeroed in

Breathing in my airspace ah make me knock your lungs off

I can beat ya ass then fuck around and let the gun talk

Put a cap into ya knee and watch you do the gun walk

Hot as hell, puffin' on the clouds

I bring the sun out

Bring them guns out

Niggas get to blazin' when the sun down

I might walk up on you with ya shorde clutchin' on the pole

Spend a day with me and they gon never plan on goin' home

Ion watch the news, nigga, what the fuck been goin' on!?

I'm a young rich nigga, bitches think I hit the lotto

I'mma pour it in her mouth

But I'mma drink it from the bottle

Tryna get me on the OnlyFans, but I ain't even meet her

Got her callin' out to Jesus, but that bitch a non-believer

Woah

Wait, slow it down

Better keep ya hands inside your pocket

Reach for mine it's goin' down

I hadda pole since I was like a jit

But I ain't showin' out

Whack a mole, hammer on the stick

We get to blowin' now

Blow it down

Shorde like that wolf when she be goin' down

Quarter pound ah loud

I called another broad to buss it down

Angel numbers on the Glock, think I got a .22

Bruddas tryna find the drop, shit, I'm tryna find it too