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golden - feezyg lyrics

[intro]
s*block, s*block, uh
s*block, s*block
s*block, s*block
s*block, s*block, uh, uh

[chorus]
golden, uh, f*ck do i look like foldin’, uh?
high off the meds floatin’?
i don’t do pills, it gon’ f*ck up my motion, uh
i get her wet ocean, uh, i give a d*ck, potion
my n*ggas, they say that i’m chosen, uh
so i walk around and be totin’, uh

[verse]
loyalty over love, they say that they love me, but none of ’em loyal
sh*t from the dirt, got this from the soil
how you think i’ma feel if you be this loyal?
s*block, s*block, we might get you boiled
me and my brothers be flashin’, beat up the block
cars be cashin’, might go to the store and go get us some fashion, uh
i’m in his block, dirty, uh
don’t try to hop, i’m st*rdy, uh
i think i’m the king, worthy
i’m in these streets, i don’t tweet with these birdies (i don’t tweet with these birdies)
i chase the bag, hurry, try to f*ck up the bag, you buried (buried)
we play with eights and we play with thirties (yeah)
all type of guns, why would we be worried, uh?
stupid, we hit people, not targets
cupid, f*ck up my clothes and go get some new sh*t
s*block, you know how we do sh*t
b*tches be bad, but b*tches be stupid
i get the bag, try my best not to lose it
can’t trust n*ggas ’cause they tryna use it
can’t trust b*tches ’cause they tryna work it
b*tches be birds, they just keep on chirpin’
s*block, you know we be lurkin’
headshot, he gon’ need a surgeon
detone sh*t, it’ll explode
burn ’em, bullets gon’ hit him, he twistin’ and turnin’
blood rushin’, this sh*t gettin’ urgent
too much blood, you can’t wash the detergent
can’t trust her, that b*tch burnin’
can’t trust her, that b*tch lyin’
roll up a backwood, b*tch, i’m fryin’
how you die s*block, you lyin’
h*ll with that n*gga, why all y’all dyin’?
s*block, s*block, we gon’ f*ck up the streets
keep on cl!ckin’, f*ckin’ up the heat
i don’t run for no oxygen, just run on these beats
uh, no miami, we play with heat
sellin’ up blocks ’til i can’t feel my feet
i got a move smart, gotta stay on my feet
heard they tryna spend, i’m right up the street
i’m tryna catch ’em, i get out on feet
i went up the block tryna spray my heat
n*ggas think they lyin’, but n*ggas be sheep
i’m on the s, you know where i be
if my sh*t touchin’, i gotta eat
no face, no case, i’m tryna creep
if he try to run, knock him off his feet
if you feelin’ froggy, n*gga, better leap
i’ma hit up the car ’til i hear a beep
right, we toting the camera, i’m toting the heat
i’m in the stu’, q mix up the beat
s*block, we keep a gun in the streets
’cause you get kicked, if you tough in these streets
[outro]
s*block, s*block
s*block, s*block

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