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130 in la - goldenboy countup lyrics

[intro]
countup, big chicken sh*t, n*gga, you know what i’m sayin’?
it’s 1:20 am right now in la, n*gga
money on the table, n*gga
go
ayy
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)

[verse 1]
they say, “i heard jit be f*ckin’ with them ‘bows and sh*t”
i heard n*gga really mad about some hoes and sh*t
she in love with a n*gga, but i got hoes to pick
yeah, i should’ve chose my b*tch, but i chose the brick
ayy, gucci and that christian louboutin off of trap money
i’m signed to rod wave, so you know i got some rap money
hundred racks, n*gga, all blues, ‘cross the map money
served a tampa n*gga for them bucks, warren sapp money
f*cked a n*gga b*tch, on your head, he tried to put a bounty
f*ckin’ on a scammin’*ass b*tch out of polk county
shе say she gon’ f*ck me on sight if she gеt around me
told my n*gga, “you better have faith ’cause it move mountains”
givenchy on my kicks, crip*walkin’ on a n*gga neck
bottom of ’em blood, shoutout to bloods, gotta show respect
ten times out of ten, you already know i’m gettin’ that p*ssy wet
b*tch, i ain’t no regular degular n*gga, vvs on my neck
h*llcat— skrrt backroad like a racetrack
n*gga size golden, he gon’ get his first face tat
i don’t diss on n*ggas, b*tch, i’m tryna get them plays back
when i’m on my d*ck, you know i’m hollerin’, “where that safe at?” (n*gga)
my lil’ white boy get in the skies and go and get them pies (ayy)
red b*tch eat taht d*ck up, look you in your eyes
pretty white b*tch, good credit and somme good vibes (ayy)
‘member n*ggas went against the code, yeah, them n*ggas tried (n*gga)
‘sache on me, i know you smell the richet n*gga in the room
married to the streets, the only time a n*gga jump the broom
real country n*gga, in the woods tryna catch a ‘coon (for real)
n*gga, in my hood, we got smackers, we don’t call ’em goons
eeny, miny, moe with the plug, tryna pick the ‘bows
n*gga, you drop that dope inside the water, i’ma break the bowl
n*gga, if it wasn’t no motherf*ckin’ drugs, i’d be sellin’ hoes
n*gga, if it wasn’t no motherf*ckin’ hoes, i’d be with the zoes (ayy)
b*tch, i’m a real hood n*gga like gorilla zoe
monday through wednesday, i only want chanel on my toes
n*gga, i got that coke all white, not the sh*ll toes
n*gga, you better cop the whole p ’cause i don’t sell o’s
[interlude]
n*gga
chicken talk, n*gga
goldenboy coountup boy, baby, i’m that motherf*ckin’ n*gga, n*gga
you know what i’m sayin’?
i just put my whole wrist in the bowl, i’m finna bring that b*tch back, n*gga (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
ayy, uh

[verse 2]
gave up on rappin’, then i came back and took it over
first i put my glock on the dresser, then i bend her over
b*tch, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no soda when i say cola
jit finna blow my wrist motor, bringin’ back yola
giuseppe kicks, you can spot the richest n*gga in the room
ayy, we be tryna clean a n*gga house, we gon’ bring the broom
ayy, country n*gga, tryna catch a gopher, tryna catch a ‘coon
hungry n*gga, if it’s in the sofa, we gon’ bring the broom
told that lil’ b*tch i’m on a jig, i’m finna sn*tch her wig (ayy)
told that b*tch i’ll pay for it in the morning ’cause a n*gga rich (ayy)
any chance that a n*gga get, f*ck a n*gga b*tch
any chance that a n*gga get, i’ma bust a brick

[outro]
boom, boom, boom, boom, bah, skrrt
bah, bah, boom, boom, bah, boom, boom, boom, bah, skrrt (golden)

- goldenboy countup lyrics

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