bait - goldenboy countup & luh tyler lyrics
[intro: luh tyler]
(yarri)
n*gga, ayy, n*gga, uh, n*gga, n*gga, uh
you know what’s goin’ on in this b*tch, n*gga
you know we gon’ turn this b*tch up
n*gga, ayy
(tapekid)
n*gga
ayy, n*gga, n*gga, ayy
[verse 1: luh tyler]
ayy, these jits know we really havin’, n*gga, you can go and ask
ten shows, n*gga, in ten days, that’s a hundred racks
n*gga, you ain’t seen no pape’ in days, know you’re really flat
n*gga, your mixtape ain’t get no plays, know you really wack
ten racks stuffed inside my jeans, twenty what i’m holdin’
ran up that cheese, n*gga, slidin’ with my n*gga golden
n*ggas, they ain’t really gettin’ cash, they be really trollin’
yeah, you know i’m smokin’ on that gas, got a n*gga rollin’
when we pull up to the club, n*gga, know we finna back in
bro just hit my phone, say he got them buds back in
n*gga, i go break the bank, n*gga, know we bring them racks in
you ain’t got no bag for the feature, n*gga, stop askin’
i ain’t simpin’ on no ho, i push p just like diddy
i’m the youngest turnt n*gga comin’ up, got ’em litty
i just took a n*gga b*tch, now he mad, got him sh*tty
i’ll get her edges slayed, i’ll get that b*tch pretty
[verse 2: goldenboy countup]
get a salon for this b*tch so she can bring me in some revenue
put this b*tch in school, mama said you can’t be f*ckin’ fools
put this b*tch in real estate and set her up, she never lose
golden a trap n*gga, she hittin’ that doctor, i gotta get the blues
this other b*tch a trap b*tch, i gotta put her on that road
her friend like to scam, got her a spot, i put it in that mode
bougie b*tch, say she like to fly, i sent her with the ‘bows
cool b*tch, mom a gangster b*tch, she like to steal clothes
my baby mama chased me out my shoes, she caught me with a b*tch
next day, i took her to the mall and bought some new kicks
she say, “boy, you flyer than a b*tch, you a smooth jit”
’cause everywhere a n*gga go, them b*tches take a pic
they love golden, i’m the rawest jit, i’m the rawest n*gga
raw b*tch, got her gun license, she can get the pistol
boss b*tch, got her own spot, don’t live with a n*gga
she done caught a n*gga a hundred times and still with a n*gga
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