GoldenEye

Lyrics

[Intro] Damn J, this you? Damn J, this you? Ha, yeah Real ShittyBoy shit and she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit, but you know that though, yeah How you gon' ride the wave, but you ain't even learn to surf? How you gon' ride the wave, but you ain't even learn to surf? You ain't even learn to surf, ha Like, how though? Yeah [Verse] How you gon' ride the wave, but you ain't even learn to surf? (How?) Keep me a blick, he threw him a fist and he earned a hearse Gang and them blowing exotic whenever, they burn the herb (Whew) Cup full of Julio, I'm in the studio slurring words (Fuck) If I pull up on your bitch and the kitty, it's guaranteed I get the cat (Skrrt) Closet by Christian and Virgil and Gucci, my wardrobe be looking like Saks Turning my opps into Ronald McDonald, I'm painting they face with the MAC Funny she want me to play with her titty, she know I be playing with racks Why you be posting with blicks and you don't even shoot nobody? (Why?) Dog Shit Militia, we shitting and we don't even use no potty (Whew) You tryna box? I'll put you in one, since you saw Roddy (E-er) Your bitch elite with the head, pulled up and got blues off sloppy All of my kicks and my belts be designer, I'm looking like Cobra Kai Pop out like 007, I'm stealthy with blicky like GoldenEye They told me life was a gamble, so fuck it, you know I'm gon' roll the dice Pull up in demons and Wraith's, the gang be looking like Poltergeist She wanna fuck on a scammer, so I pulled up in a Dodge and rammed her Everything I do amazing, I think they hate 'cause [?] a standard Stepping on fire and your baby a dummy, he finna box the hammer At Benihana, when I get Hibachi, the only time I'm using chops with manners Pop out on fully on fullies, if you say it's up, then we getting active quick Bitches ain't shit, I bet you she fucking in gang just 'cause we got faster whips She saying she finna leave, I told her, "That's cool, it's always a badder bitch" Out in Miami, I'm tripping with chicken, I'm showing the hoes how the rappers live Better think twice, you won't think again if this .308 hit your melon Grab a umbrella if we at the club 'cause we finna rain the section Shot at your baby, if you slime for him, you catching the same injection Sliding with sticks, masks, and ice like gang and them playing with Gretzky Baby, no cap, I'm married to money, I'm telling the bitches you can't arrest me Real as it get, a hunnid through all situations, could never let fame infect me Thinking, "Do I wanna bust that bitch down?" and say fuck it, the one with the plain or Presi'? Counted the fifty by hand and sat back, looking like, "Damn, ain't it sexy?" [Outro] Whew, yeah ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on— (Fuck) Haha, yeah