gold slugz n' tint - wafflejax lyrics
[intro: wafflejax]
hold up
207 on the mix, b*tch
yeah (wafflejax, 352)
ah (grrah, grrah, grrah)
look
[verse 1: wafflejax]
i done f*cked my credit score ’cause i was f*cking around
buying hoes i fell in love with anything that they found
no surprise, i ain’t learn my lesson since i was a child
imagination running wild, h*lla hyper and loud
the boy two years into this life and i ain’t smile in a while
my past been holding me down, ain’t got no love for this town
only the people that been true, select few from the crowd
every stage, i’m selling out, independent my route
[hook: wafflejax]
i don’t need no b*tch or a wristw*tch tick
trying to latch on to everything i gеt
k!ll ’em like an insect, you a bug, i fl!ck
gold slugs and thе tint cost more than your rent
stop worrying ’bout mine, worry ’bout your sh*t
i don’t waste no time trying to wife no tricks
i’m used to being lazy, barely working, content
life hit me in the d*ck, i started stacking my chips
[verse 2: wafflejax]
compare me to adderall, i get near when i’m focused
and no, i never took it, i just understand the notion
hometown full of pillies and billies, moving the slowest
four siblings, i’m the oldest, best believe i’m always focused
my daddy taught me how to be the coldest
i could tell ’cause nowadays i see the people start to notice
that i finally grew the f*ck up, the talent been a bonus
now the discipline would really go and take me out my lowest
i’m just stating what i self reflect
i know the universe gave me the goggles, my command
i start to disconnect from all the stupid sh*t holding me back from all my f*cking plans
they try to hate on me, the game, but they my biggest fans
[bridge: wafflejax]
c right to the h, i throw a*o*s
put a dash through the o, always blowing on a zip
feeling bad to the bone, feel the heater in the f*nny
lay back on the hammock, watch my back like my granny, motherf*cker
[verse 3: sadtrojan]
freebandz concert, i can see the future
setup cost a rack and a half, you can’t touch the computer
yeah, it’s possible to score, but d*mn, i be blocking the shooter
i’ve been on my grind, catch me riding ’round with zeke and luther, huh
finna hit my dance like a koopa troopa
i’m off two shots, finna pull me up another booster, huh
she trying to shoot her shot but i ain’t no hooper
f*ck the competition, trojan, he always been cooler
f*ck the competition, i be minding all my business
i got a ho’ up out the country, mad ’bout what the distance is
i love you, d*mn, i hate you, sh*t, i don’t know what the difference is
if she blow up my phone too much might f*ck around and switch a b*tch, wait
hopping on the beat, i might go change the pitch
got your shorty on my jeans, used her t**th to unzip
take her off my phone, ’cause you not my b*tch
keep my flow unattended ’cause that sh*t, i switch
[hook: wafflejax]
i don’t need no b*tch or a wristw*tch tick
trying to latch on to everything i get
k!ll ’em like an insect, you a bug, i fl!ck
gold slugs and the tint cost more than your rent
stop worrying ’bout mine, worry ’bout your sh*t
i don’t waste no time trying to wife no tricks
i’m used to being lazy, barely working, content
life hit me in the d*ck, i started stacking my chips
[outro]
you should be worried
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