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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Goldenboy Countup
Goldenboy Countup
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roderick Golden Jr.
Roderick Golden Jr.
Songwriter

Lyrics

Golden
Uh, uh
Uh
****
****, ayy, ****, ayy, uh
****
Ayy, ****
Uh, uh
Uh, ****, ****, ayy
Baptized the dope, I just dropped it in the water, uh
Told the weed man I need a zip, I roll quarters, uh
I was just a jit when I was walkin' through the Quarters
Now I'm tryna go and meet papi by the border, ayy
This lil' bitch gon' fuck a **** good, she got that raw shit
Damn, bae, you got your own business, you on that boss shit
Your ex-**** lame, throw it up, I'ma Moss jit
The chicken wings gone, we got thighs, I'm on that raw shit
Bitch, I dropped my diamonds way before I had the deal, ****
Jit sized a ****, I fucked his bitch 'cause I'm a real ****
Put your pistol down and fuck his bitch, that's how you kill ****
Golden, you on his neck, he finna choke, you need to chill, ****
Golden, that lil' **** walk around on a P of 'za
Why the fuck he playin' with that Drac' like a new guitar?
Fishtail, I know them **** hate I'm in a newer car
Trap ****, I came up in the streets, now I'm a superstar
Big chicken shit, ****
You know what I'm sayin'?
We in the kitchen right now, ****
Cookin' up, ****
This that cook up music, ****
This that real trap music, ****
You know what I'm sayin'?
Jump in that rental car, ****
Five-percent that bitch, ****, you and your dogs
Blowin' that smoke in that bitch, ****, AC on full, ****
Pick up a lil' red bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got that stick on your hip, Florida boy shit, **** (****, ayy, uh)
My t-shirt and my socks from the corner store, trap shit
Golden real different, don't you mix me with this rap shit
Golden ran him down, on my mama, I overlapped shit
That's how we clap shit
Ask about me, I was sixteen on the block, ****
Fred threw me dope and it was fresh off the block, ****
He say in these streets, boy, you better keep your Glock, ****
I'm sicker than a bitch, dog gone, he done popped ****
Sack drop, whole hood hyper than a bitch, ****
Pulled it out the wrap, damn, it's whiter than a bitch, ****
Get him out the trap, you ain't never seen a brick, ****?
****, just be patient, it take time to be a rich ****
Tell me somethin', ****, how the fuck did that scale break?
****, they'll confirm out the gate, you don't sell weight
****, this a pound house, ****, we don't sell eights
Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, ****, ayy
Written by: Roderick Golden Jr.
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