Golds Kill Bill: The Rapper

[Verse]
Homie, homie, homie, why you acting bitter for?
Ric Flair up in this bitch, a living rapping Figure 4
I put it down, put it down, get to cheffin, simmer more
Got your girl all in my DMs, hit a blunt and hit ignore
Been that slick, been that pretty bitch, been the semi-shit
I been sick, fuck insurance, slime, I just turned 26
Spent a grip, feeling my shit, I been zooted as shit since like my tape dropped
I want it, I want it, until I get it, bitch I can't stop
Pop a tag, drop a tab, feel my face melt
I see God, I see God, I know how Mase felt
Bitch I'm on, bitch I'm on, hoe I swear it
If the crown fits, I'll motherfucking wear it, I don't know

[Hook]
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
Got the grills with the golds when I talk, I don't know
Got the grills with the golds when I talk, I don't know
Got the grills with the golds when I talk, I don't know
Got the grills with the golds when I talk, I don't know
Got the grills with the golds when I talk, ayy
Got the grills when it's...motherfuck em all, ayy