Golden Child
(Turn me up, YC)
Smurk, Smurk
(Red Dead, this ho so fuckin' bumpin' bruh)
(Hitmaka)
Yeah
I share clothes with killers Who shot? I don't remember
That bitch off coke, remember, fuck hoes to Bryson Tiller
Make freak hoes bite the pillow, I cut coke for dealers
If he got more bodies than you, you can't lil' bro the nigga
You hustle bags to feed the plug, then why you poke the nigga?
If you got power with that Tommy, you can ghost a nigga
I fuck a bitch, her pussy dry, I might use lotion with her
Live by the gun, you dying by it, them niggas ain't coaching niggas
I really got left for noodles
Know a pit who was born a poodle
That shit way more than
That shit do feel like voodoo
You say you got good gas, that shit be doodoo, that shit foofoo
Feds cracked the case with that shit on YouTube
Told an old head fresh out of jail, this shit right here he ain't used to
Young niggas cool cool, it don't don't bop, that bitch go roo-roo
I'm talking 'bout Dracs and switches
Bitch, I ain't paying for kisses
I'm ahk but I love the Christians
I know an ahk who fuck with Christmas
Keep that
Keep all that, but uh, that mac, you know like
Man, what?
I bought my Lamb' with cash
That boy dead, I'm glad
I don't speak tongues period
I don't fuck with Vlad
In New York, I dress like Fab
Too rich to jump in cabs
Sip drank, I don't fuck with dab
She nosey, close the tab
I'm Smurk, I'm a golden child
I'm a street nigga, eat at Tao
Hundred mil', I'ma throw in the towel
I made eight bricks still in style
Got an
Make a top bitch come to the
If she quiet, then fuck her loud
Got gas, don't fuck with
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
