Burna Bandz - Gold Tips lyrics

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'

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

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

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

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)

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