Gold Tips

Lyrics

[Intro] My shooters, man, they golden Long live get Wassi, black dreads, gold tips Free the players Free Stacks, free Tallup, man, free Thirty My shooters, man, they golden It's golden tips and we rollin' [Chorus] Ooh yeah It's golden tips and we rollin' Ain't none of my niggas foldin' Come 'round here, he ain't goin' back 'Cause my shooters, man, they golden It's a man down, we goin' in These niggas they ain't really gang, gang 'Cause these niggas be on that fuck shit Young nigga stay clutchin' I gotta get to the bag, bag Late night gettin' these racks in Young nigga gotta make it happen I swear I'ma make it happen [Verse 1] Uh Gotta make it happen Think you can catch me in traffic Hunnid M's, I'm tryna stack it Shooters hit your block and get them laps in Oh so savage My niggas oh so savage Put a nigga in the casket Roll some dead niggas now we laughing Damn, I'm drippin' like I need a napkin That chef Pookie in the kitchen (Whip, whip) Niggas talkin' bout the shit we livin' Ain't worried about bitches 'cause we already done hit 'em But, these niggas switch can't forgive 'em Gold tips all in my Smith'n [Chorus] Ooh yeah It's golden tips and we rollin' Ain't none of my niggas foldin' Come 'round here, he ain't goin' back 'Cause my shooters, man, they golden It's a man down, we goin' in These niggas they ain't really gang, gang 'Cause these niggas be on that fuck shit Young nigga stay clutchin' I gotta get to the bag, bag Late night gettin' these racks in Young nigga gotta make it happen I swear I'ma make it happen [Verse 2] My shooters, they golden They sixteen shooter leave 'em soaking Scorin' shit like DeRozen Man them young niggas keep goin' in On the northside of Jane strip We really smokin' shit Thirty shot, load the clips Like ta e dandelion, how we blowin' it Squad tight like some laces Free my hitters, fightin' cases Man I put that, we gon' make it Couple case strips gettin' kneeway Still ten up for PK Just when I picked up some freeway Countin' these free bands the neat way And you know lil' bro got sick aim (Like Joh Wick) [Chorus] Ooh yeah It's golden tips and we rollin' Ain't none of my niggas foldin' Come 'round here, he ain't goin' back 'Cause my shooters, man, they golden It's a man down, we goin' in These niggas they ain't really gang, gang 'Cause these niggas be on that fuck shit Young nigga stay clutchin' I gotta get to the bag, bag Late night gettin' these racks in Young nigga gotta make it happen I swear I'ma make it happen