Since99 - Gold SHiNE lyrics

Nowadays motherfuckers talkin' too crazy
Off of the goop punch, I been lazy
Twelve on my back got me feeling like Brady
Fuckin' this bitch
It ain't no middle school
Bitch why you rate me?
Ride in that whip and it don't got no safety
San Andreas, switchin' out the Michael Kors-

Ayo, what the fuck?

I got a diamond tester in the back
All of my gold shine, Project Pat
She want relations, I don't interact
Vivienne West bag on my back
Fuckin' this bitch and I blow out her tracks
I make pluggnb, take her to Saks
You don't got a crib and you not doing tax
I got a white plug playing lax
Bitch you know that I'm about two things
The cheese and the dough
Up in the cut and he steady
Be having 'em mood swings
He can't even cope
Long range, hit 'em up with a scope
Loose change, got my bread from the pope
Louis V duffel, I filled it with soap
Did you really just say
Pop without the smoke?
I'm posted in London and serving a bloke
I got all my badges, I ain't gonna choke
Cashin' at
Bought designer garments for his folk
You was in the gym, tryna get
I was in the field sprinkling soap
Ain't no Facebook, you gettin'
Hop on a, I'ma jump off the boat

Nowadays motherfuckers talkin' too crazy
Off of the goop punch, I been lazy
Twelve on my back got me feeling like Brady
Fuckin' this bitch
It ain't no middle school
Bitch why you rate me?
Ride in that whip and it don't got no safety
San Andreas
Switchin' out the Michael Kors with the AP

Stay with the, I feel like I'm
XD it came with a holster
Up in the kitchen like Olga
I just hid a P up under the sofa
And turn it into
Servin' at your door, I feel like Jehova
Snakeskin on my body, ain't talkin' no cobra
I just hit a lick, at the Qdoba
Poured a pint up in my soda
Why you sippin' on green like you Yoda?
I just caught me a bitch sippin' boba
I'ma walk in the trap with a toga
Like I got bitches do yoga
In this underground shit I'm
99 overall they should've made
Me the motherfuckin' logo, bitch

I got a diamond tester in the back
All of my gold shine, Project Pat
She want relations, I don't interact
Vivienne West bag on my back
Fuckin' this bitch and I blow out her tracks
I make pluggnb, take her to Saks
You don't got a crib and you not doing tax
I got a white plug playing lax
Bitch you know that I'm about two things
The cheese and the dough
Up in the cut and he steady
Be having 'em mood swings
He can't even cope
Long range, hit 'em up with a scope
Loose change, got my bread from the pope
Louis V duffel, I filled it with soap
Did you really just say
Pop without the smoke?