Gold Medal Remix

Lyrics

[Chorus: Luisss] Hop in the spot with berettas Two-tone Glocks, man, you know we gon' wet him Can't cuff a bitch, my nigga, why would I settle Yeah, your boyfriend hoppin' out a rental She givin' me brain, yeah, she mess with my mental FaceTime me, she need someone to vent to She asked, "Is that a gold chain 'round your neck?" Nah, told that bitch, "This a gold medal" I'm up, so now the opps lookin' Yeah, free all my guys out the bookings I'ma be the richest out in Brooklyn Wear his chain, yeah, you know that we took it With his chain, man, you know that we have it I'm with CC and we causin' that havoc Red light, green light, we speedin' through traffic Need a Kyliе Jenner to my Travis (Why?) [Verse: Slump6s] Not talkin' Lou but I slide with a ratchеt He want the smoke, so I told him to match it My niggas right at yo door like a package I got the Glock, and he run like "What happened?" ("What happened, lil nigga? What happened?") No Pokémon but we turn him to ashes I spent a band on my Louis-V glasses Don't fuck with school, I don't fuck with the classes And I got a shooter, he from Brooklyn Shoutout Shaio, get the bag and book it Spent a check on a chain and we took it I'm a vet and that boy is a rookie Walk in the hall like "Do you want a cookie?" Glock .19 [?] (What I say?) Hop in a coupe and I push it Fryin' that boy like I'm cooking My name carry a gold, medal Fifteenhunnid, we some go, getters We got a drop so we go, get 'em Not finna fight, let the pole, hit 'em I'm on the block with the top dawgs Hop in the Rafe, take the top off Play with the gang, get knocked off Shoutout Luisss, he really gon' knock off [Pre-Chorus: Luisss & Slump6s] Shoutout Luisss, he really gon' knock off Yeah, top dog, I'm at the trap door Fuck your bitch, kick her out of the back door Feel like Kobe, they tell me to pass more Shaio catchin' ally's off of backboards With a Spanish bitch, she got no passport Had to tell that girl, "Why is you mad for?" Money, is that too much to ask for? Goin' two-hunnid, check the dashboard (Skrrt) [Chorus: Luisss] Hop in the spot with berettas Two-tone Glocks, man, you know we gon' wet him Can't cuff a bitch, my nigga, why would I settle Yeah, your boyfriend hoppin' out a rental She givin' me brain, yeah, she mess with my mental FaceTime me, she need someone to vent to She asked, "Is that a gold chain 'round your neck?" Nah, told that bitch, "This a gold medal" I'm up, so now the opps lookin' Yeah, free all my guys out the bookings I'ma be the richest out in Brooklyn Wear his chain, yeah, you know that we took it With his chain, man, you know that we have it I'm with CC and we causin' that havoc Red light, green light, we speedin' through traffic Need a Kylie Jenner to my Travis (Why?) Hop in the spot with berettas Two-tone Glocks, man, you know we gon' wet him Can't cuff a bitch, my nigga, why would I settle Yeah, your boyfriend hoppin' out a rental She givin' me brain, yeah, she mess with my mental FaceTime me, she need someone to vent to She asked, "Is that a gold chain 'round your neck?" Nah, told that bitch, "This a gold medal" [Outro] Told that bitch, "This a gold medal" Told that bitch, "This a gold medal"