Golf Clap Lyrics

Oooh, That's that shit

Coach put me in

Vino

Elegant

Money bag music

Count it up

Man, you gotta get that shit up

Like way up

That's chump change

Vino

Fuckin fleas

Got some bad bitch lipstick on my neck What's next

Hoppin' off the jet

No bags checked Makin' moves like it's chess

I've been blessed, countin' checks

We out here like the Geek Squad

Cause We ridin' with some Techs

Pull up on your set, leave it wrecked y'all upset

Don't matter about no vest

Them boys aim above the neck

My crew come at your crew neck, no crewnecks this ain't J.Crew

Askin' about what they do

and What I'm gonna do next

I'll give them the green light

If I get that blue text

Don't care about what who said

I am the Golden Goose egg

Pop a bottle, pour some D'Usse

I'm tryna pop off like a hub cap

The streets have been too dry

Free the slime, we need thug back

The bars they speak in all caps

We knockin' off your snapback

And pushin' back your wave cap

Rest in peace they takin' dirt naps

Couple birds 🐦 up in the backpack

Junkies fiending for that snack pack

Junkie

My homies walk 'em down no runnin' back

They'll hit your ass like Warren Sapp

You can barely even hear the strap

That shit quiet like a golf club (lets go golfing)