StanWill - GoldenEye lyrics

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

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?"

Whew, yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on
(Fuck) haha, yeah