Golf

It's holiday season, bitch

Man what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?

They saying "the fuck going on with me?"

I'm saying "the fuck going on with them?"

Bad man, I'ma let you know I hit for the drip, ion need no rip

Bad bitch playing with her nose, and my brodie cook 'em he don't gotta spin

Aye, I'm really raw, and make me levitate then smack me down

Yea the first of all, the root of all, don't mean you wouldn't be around

I do the Insta' call, and show the racks, you know I ain't fucking around

They saying that I know ball, we scoring that 3 don't need a rebound

Swing this stick, golf, cut that bitch off

Like 3 missed calls, feel like Chris Paul

Turn that blitz on, like it's kickball

My bitch like Mia Owens turn her to a Rick Boss

I'm pissed off, these say otherwise, I don't mind

Who you finna call, when I ain't by your side, It's gon' decline

She visteral, she work at Calvin Klein, like from behind

Need a visual, I feel like genuine, she pony ride

Hit that Uzi walk, I shake my shoulder wiping off the grind

**** miserable, don't get love so they just go online

Ain't no harm in mind, bitch I spit that fire Charizard

And that horizon, I'm just looking out start dozing off

You don't start as a hater you tend to it

When it come to that benji I get to it

He swing that sword just like Genji over ruin

Go to war, I turn that sunny to a dewy

Like what's up, like what's up, like what's, up?

Call yo phone, call yo phone, like wake, up

All I want, all I want is you

Feel like I have no problem and we back, cool

Like what's up, like what's up, like what's, up?

Call yo phone, call yo phone, like wake, up

All I want, all I want is you

Feel like I have no problem and we back, cool

They saying "the fuck going on with me?"

I'm saying "the fuck going on with them?"

Bad man, I'ma let you know I hit for the drip, ion need no rip

Bad bitch playing with her nose, and my brodie cook 'em he don't gotta spin

Aye, I'm really raw, and make me levitate then smack me down

Yea the first of all, the root of all, don't mean you wouldn't be around

I do the Insta' call, and show the racks, you know I ain't fucking around

They saying that I know ball, we scoring that 3 don't need a rebound

Swing this stick, golf, cut that bitch off

Like 3 missed calls, feel like Chris Paul

Turn that blitz on, like it's kickball