Golds In My Mouth Freestyle
Golds in my mouth
I be shining, bitch Why they jealous of me
All the shit I've been accomplishing Ever since a youngin
Swear to God, boy, I was rockin' shit
Hit a nigga, bitch
All I told her was to lock me in Put a nigga on his face
Got him workin' out He wasn't with that gangsta shit
He was perpin' bout body shots Got a nigga and his homies squirmin' out
See niggas hard until lil' brody pull that burner out
I'm on fire, kinda somethin' like a burnin' house
Cold world, text all of my bitches, tryna work it out
Slim thick Hit her from the back till she broken down
Did her dirty, but what goes around gon' come around
Cook pack, woods and some juice Need a whole brick tell the bitch
Like a fat kid, I need more chips They gon' think we playin' fetch
How I throw the stick, cardio Tryna chase the bag till I'm so rich
Baby, in my facial tryna fuck I let her throat the dick
Then she text me after I just act like I ain't notice it
Jeans hold a Glock by my waist with a bulky clip
Suckers get to runnin', but that beam get to focusin
Ayy, bitch, I never lose, cause I'm posed to win
I ain't hit them hoes yet, I'm tryna poke the twins
Tryna cop the beamer, tell the truth, I don't want the Benz
Tryna get me nine like I'm 50, I know many men
No Shirt in the coupe with the heater on Think he from the 80s
How my brother kept that beeper on Blowin' up my phone
Told her I don't keep the ringer on
Gas in the wood, 93, this that premium
PT always trippin', niggas couldn't tell what he be on
Dressed in all black, lookin' like I brought the Reaper on
I ain't even tell her, but my dick is where she leapin' on
Came up from the bottom like the floor what I was sleepin' on
Thuggin' on the block, got my bro with me
Huggin' on two Glocks with a stick, so they hold 50
Make a nigga dance in them Jordans, I get so tricky
Lift a nigga's spirit, after that, I send his bro with him
Lil' bitch always cappin', why she actin' like she go with me
Blues in my pocket, they can't fold, plus they so crispy
Everywhere I go, know I gotta keep that pole with me
Back door to homie, had to take a nigga 4 Nicky
Everywhere I go, know I gotta keep that pole with me
Lil' bitch always cappin', why she actin' like she go with me
Blues in my pocket, they can't fold, plus they so crispy
Ayy, them bitches so crispy