[Intro: ALLBLACK]
Well well well well
If it isn't mister fool's gold, mister gold plated
DTB on the beat, that's bro
[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
Doin' eighty down Labray and Lightyear [?]
FaceTime with Guapdad 4K, showin' off my cleats
So fuckin' high, can't close my eyes, and I can't even think
I feel like Future when he made Harley and ate that bean
Rap niggas want the fame, that's a goddamn shame
Kill ape jacket, mini-jeans and a Highline chain
Play 2K, fuck weak bitches, and brush them waves
That princess cut jesus piece on got him thinkin' he safe
That ain't eczema, that's a chain that gave you a rash
Your partner's shit real but I bet he ain't got no cash
Niggas gon' fake it to they grave just to get that ass
Jail ass niggas always talkin' 'bout what they had
I can't believe you took a pic with that lil ass bag
Don't even know you but that shit really made me mad
Pimp this, pimp that, but you out here trickin'
Take out the trash 'fore Ma Dukes give your ass the whippin'
Niggas ain't never spent two months worth of rent at the Saks
I watched Lil Tyrone cop a house to the neck off packs
Foothill lookin' like a dyke club with all them straps
Put your gun down like Craig, that's it and get whacked
All that Mayweather Ali hand throwin' is old
Put a price on my head, bet it won't get sold
Dip your chain in some water, prove it's real gold
Go ask them gangsters in your hood if I ever got hoed
Go ask the coldest pimp you know if I really stand toes
Let's play a game called show me, whip out your cheese
Niggas got chargers, wallets, lint, more lint
Carmex, fourteen dollars, and a dream in them broke ass jeans
Well well well well
If it isn't mister fool's gold, mister gold plated
DTB on the beat, that's bro
[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
Doin' eighty down Labray and Lightyear [?]
FaceTime with Guapdad 4K, showin' off my cleats
So fuckin' high, can't close my eyes, and I can't even think
I feel like Future when he made Harley and ate that bean
Rap niggas want the fame, that's a goddamn shame
Kill ape jacket, mini-jeans and a Highline chain
Play 2K, fuck weak bitches, and brush them waves
That princess cut jesus piece on got him thinkin' he safe
That ain't eczema, that's a chain that gave you a rash
Your partner's shit real but I bet he ain't got no cash
Niggas gon' fake it to they grave just to get that ass
Jail ass niggas always talkin' 'bout what they had
I can't believe you took a pic with that lil ass bag
Don't even know you but that shit really made me mad
Pimp this, pimp that, but you out here trickin'
Take out the trash 'fore Ma Dukes give your ass the whippin'
Niggas ain't never spent two months worth of rent at the Saks
I watched Lil Tyrone cop a house to the neck off packs
Foothill lookin' like a dyke club with all them straps
Put your gun down like Craig, that's it and get whacked
All that Mayweather Ali hand throwin' is old
Put a price on my head, bet it won't get sold
Dip your chain in some water, prove it's real gold
Go ask them gangsters in your hood if I ever got hoed
Go ask the coldest pimp you know if I really stand toes
Let's play a game called show me, whip out your cheese
Niggas got chargers, wallets, lint, more lint
Carmex, fourteen dollars, and a dream in them broke ass jeans
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