Black & Gold & Branson (Bonus Track) Lyrics

It used to be going to the liquor store was fun

Browsing the isles to see what you might want

What looks good?

What label catches my eye?

Maybe find something I like

Because of something I tried

These days it's five minutes or less inside

I know exactly what I want

Know exactly where to find

Straight to the back cooler

Silver Bullets mountain cold

Hit the shelf on the way back

A couple bottle of Black & Gold

Now we're Black & Gold & Silver

Black & Gold & Silver

Black & Gold & Silver

Talking Black & Gold & Silver

Black & Gold & Silver

Black & Gold & Silver

Black & Gold & Silver

Black & Gold & Silver

I get my wine from Firstleaf

Coming straight to my door

I don't have time anymore

For walking around the liquor store

Everybody huddle up

It's time for the perfect pour

A couple of saké bombs to start

Keep your feet on the floor

Hold up, we're just getting started

You know there's always more

Now I know you're not a freshman

You're at least a sophomore

Another pour of the red stuff

Coming straight out of Georgia

I thought that I told ya

That I'm only gon' spoil ya

You wanna get more love

Cause your man don't support ya

You're going through the motions

And it feels like it's torture

And you came to me

Cause you think that I'm handsome

And you stay for the good times

Like taking a chance or some

These cougars call me daddy

I could be their grandson

Hit four of them stank pussies

I call it a Grand Slum

Uber XL

On the way with a ransom

Tommy TurnpiKe coming over

And you know he's got that Branson

Now it's Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson

Talking Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson

Talking Black & Gold & Branson

Bada boom bada bang, bitch

What the fuck you saying, bitch

You ride a 911?

Not the car, that's a plane, bitch

I'll blow up off the fame, bitch

The fumes and all the flames, bitch

You're moving so slow

I could swear your fucking game glitched

I made them fucking rage quit

Kid can't even play this shit

Sniping from the alleys and the corners

That's a tres, bitch

These bars don't even age, bitch

I'm looking through the past

In the future with my last

Breath like"That's when we became rich"

Never need a lane switch

Looking past the drain ditch

My team is riding dirty over thirty

That's the game, bitch

We're smoking on the same shit

Success is what we crave, bitch

Call up Lil Jon this Bia Bia

Wanna rave, bitch

The ladies wanna hang with

They love it when we play this

She's got me in a picture frame

But I ain't staying, bitch

Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson

It tastes like Fanta's in that pussy

Like Atlantis in that pussy

She wanna swap control

Psycho Mantis in that pussy

Make them wanna salute me

Your assassin couldn't loot me

I'm so untouchable

Even your cameras couldn't shoot me

I'm so elusive you'll lose me

It's only gonna look through me

I'll shoot you on your block

Like a TikTok

Shabutie

Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson

Black & Gold & Branson