yard - goldenboy countup lyrics
[intro]
uh, countup, n*gga
goldenboy countupboy, b*tch, i’m that motherf*ckin’ n*gga, n*gga, yeah
2025 sh*t, n*gga
you know what i’m sayin’? you know i’m comin’, n*gga
(golden, n*gga), yeah, golden, chea
[verse]
got too much chicken, can fry this sh*t, go’n hide that ho, i can buy this b*tch
yeah, big bl!ck on me, come try this sh*t, yeah, pretty red b*tch come ride this d*ck
yeah, pretty black b*tch, come work for me, baby, yeah, trappin’ that sh*t, got coke like the eighties (uh)
lean in a baby bottle, jit serve babies
yeah, country n*gga, i got the caddy mercedes
two trap spots and they both gon’ boom
yeah, grew up in the woods, i can spend you a coupe
hold up, four or five cribs, i can give you a room
yeah, sweep up the money, i’ma grab you a broom
yeah, gucci print, baby, i’ma step on a b*tch
yeah, maison margiela, i’ma step on a brick
hold up, cheap*ass jewelry, i wouldn’t wear that sh*t
hold up, creep*ass ho, i ain’t sparin’ that b*tch
yeah, tell them lil’ n*ggas to show me some money, yeah, pull up like urrt, yeah, they knew i was comin’
hold up, n*ggas still talkin’ ’bout chasin’ a hundred
hold up, n*ggas be talkin’ and still gettin’ fronted?
’round here, n*gga, that sh*t don’t pass
yeah, we got rich off girl and gas
yeah, every n*gga ’round me diamonds glass
yeah, trappin’ and sw*ngin’, this sh*t go fast
too much money, it’s rippin’ the door
this lil’ b*tch beggin’ a n*gga to touch her
my homegirl beggin’ a n*gga to f*ck her
lame*ass n*gga at the crib wanna cuddle
fake four*and*a half, i’ma rock*a*bye baby
yeah, grab me a birkin, i need gold dega
grab me a bird, i show you how to make it
hold up, teachin’ finessin’, i show you the basics
yeah, these lil’ n*ggas, i’m straight from the gutter
yeah, one thing ’bout it, i’ma get that b*tter
yeah, ask ’bout chicken, them b*tches, they love him
how the f*ck that n*gga got rich off bubble?
how the f*ck that n*gga came up like das?
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, i’ma bring that back
can’t sell that sh*t? n*gga, bring that back
n*gga play with this sh*t, then a n*gga get whacked
yeah, i got some money for n*ggas that’s playin’
i don’t got a problem with droppin’ them bands
yeah, n*ggas be talkin’ but n*ggas be fans
yeah, f*ck n*gga better go find him a fan
[outro]
and chill out, n*gga
golden, b*tch
(n*gga)
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