[Chorus: Golden BSP]
I go shoppin', holy molley rolley clackin
Police roll up watchin walkie talkie talkie
Why don’t they leave me alone?
Why don’t they leave me alone?
Why don’t they leave me alone?
Why don’t they leave me alone?
[Verse 1: Golden BSP]
All these groupies prima donna
All these booger in her nostril
Probably could go fuck a rock up
I'm gon' shoot her if I wanna
I might go fuck your fucking block up (Block up, block up)
Pull up with that bentley claver and that chopper on a chopper
I’m Talking Harley, talking AK-47, I'm talking army
I fuck your bitch at the back at the party
She kinda looking like Gwen Stefani
I cannot believe she rocking that hardy
I am like why are you rocking a hardy
She got offended I tell her I'm sorry
Then she give me head and I head to the 'rari
Bitch I'm out
She only suck on my dick for the clout
She look at my dick like meal ticket
Why do you think it is up in her mouth?
I only care bout mo'fucking ditching
Why do you think I am up in the elm
I got it runnin' round flippity flip it
Why do you think I got gun and the uncolored drug in the house? (Yeah, yeah)
I go shoppin', holy molley rolley clackin
Police roll up watchin walkie talkie talkie
Why don’t they leave me alone?
Why don’t they leave me alone?
Why don’t they leave me alone?
Why don’t they leave me alone?
[Verse 1: Golden BSP]
All these groupies prima donna
All these booger in her nostril
Probably could go fuck a rock up
I'm gon' shoot her if I wanna
I might go fuck your fucking block up (Block up, block up)
Pull up with that bentley claver and that chopper on a chopper
I’m Talking Harley, talking AK-47, I'm talking army
I fuck your bitch at the back at the party
She kinda looking like Gwen Stefani
I cannot believe she rocking that hardy
I am like why are you rocking a hardy
She got offended I tell her I'm sorry
Then she give me head and I head to the 'rari
Bitch I'm out
She only suck on my dick for the clout
She look at my dick like meal ticket
Why do you think it is up in her mouth?
I only care bout mo'fucking ditching
Why do you think I am up in the elm
I got it runnin' round flippity flip it
Why do you think I got gun and the uncolored drug in the house? (Yeah, yeah)
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