Gold Feet

歌詞

Fuck a ring, bitch, I like to cheat, I bought some gold feet Put that on my old school Caprice, dunkin' like Dominique Yeah, feeling good, feeling great, ho Got my cake up, they gon' wake up, taste the yay-yo The yay-yo, L.A. price was high, I went to Dego Big Mitchy got me sitchy, sent them chickies out of state Joe like, yeah, feeling fine, feeling good, bitch Got some bougie hoes, I'm still gon' fuck a hood bitch So do it, bitch, gon' 'head, let me strike it, you know how I like it She said, "Are my stripper friends invited?" Only if they dyke-ing I just left the Bentley lot so icy, they want me indicted Sleep with one eye open, always lurking, moving in silence Left Eye, rest in peace, I like to creep, fucked her on gold feet You can hit 15th on the east, pick up a whole key Used to be out west with the work, serving that Chinatown Lord and nem got caught with the pipes, I had to pipe it down, down Feeling good, feeling great Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? Nigga, how are you? I'm in the Ritz, finna mix with a thick bitch, how 'bout you? Say you wanna win, fuck nigga? Well, you really can't miss your window, you gotta jump through Tinted my Benz, put it on new shoes, fuck rap nigga, I don't do new crews Nigga get ignorant, they get to kickin' shit, we get to killin' shit, too much to lose I won't be chasin' these bitches, gon' choose, breaking your ho while you breaking the news Nigga irrelevant without their bitch, I'm a muhfuckin' pimp, so I'm making the rules Making the rules, bitch Feeling good, feeling great Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? Nigga, how are you? I'm in the Ritz, finna mix with a thick bitch, how 'bout you? Yeah, finna whip this brick, nigga, how 'bout you? Bro, I'm cool and looking ghoulish, feeling great, the flow is fluid Flames, fires in the nighttime dancing around the barrel bangs Laying in the bed you made, gangsta's in my DNA Genes, through the seams, tailor-made, it's hard to fabricate Back-to-back with stacks of platinum plaques, you know my resume Lil' buddy was slinging and catching plays on the Eastside in the Letter A Be-Beating the block with a heavy bass then fleeing the cops Scheming on 'em in a ski mask in the summer inside of the city Don't care if you see 'em or not, it's insidious I'm in Italy with Sicilians Standing on stage, now spitting soliloquies I'm a sinner, my life is a cinema, send me a script, I could be on a big screen Buncha bad women with the cinnamon skin, she sent me a pic, it's a dick-tease Let's be serious, I got experience, win the series like I play for the big leagues Okay, I'm feeling great, feeling good I fill the tank, hit the bank, get it up Fuck a vape, fill a pape full of bud Take a drag, take a drink, drawing blanks What's your name? I forgot what it was What, what a day with my head in the cloud Looked around, thought it only was us But nigga don't counter to Cambellton, chill in Mechanicsville Cutting, cooking the chemicals, kamikaze but no cannibalism He caught a body, ain't know what to do with 'em I think about it, back when we was just little Now I'm excited, in the song for a milly It's kinda crazy, we could do the comparison really 'Cause both of us making a killin' I'm feeling good, I'm great, I'm straight, my boy Can't too many nigga relate, my boy Okay, I shift shapes, I ain't shooting the shit They was throwing shade, I'ma throw a fist like Suga Shane Can't even really ask a nigga, "How ya day?" "How are you? How are things?" Shit, bad, bitch, I might go insane like Howard Hughes I could cop a plane like Howard 2 On a money chase with a wild goose Nigga, I ain't really fazed, I follow through Going out in a blaze like Tower 2 Uh, how are you? Uh Look, finna mix with a thick bitch, how 'bout you? Uh