Golds In My Mouth Freestyle Lyrics

Golds in my mouth

I be shining, bitch Why they jealous of me

All the shit I've been accomplishing Ever since a youngin

Swear to God, boy, I was rockin' shit

Hit a nigga, bitch

All I told her was to lock me in Put a nigga on his face

Got him workin' out He wasn't with that gangsta shit

He was perpin' bout body shots Got a nigga and his homies squirmin' out

See niggas hard until lil' brody pull that burner out

I'm on fire, kinda somethin' like a burnin' house

Cold world, text all of my bitches, tryna work it out

Slim thick Hit her from the back till she broken down

Did her dirty, but what goes around gon' come around

Cook pack, woods and some juice Need a whole brick tell the bitch

Like a fat kid, I need more chips They gon' think we playin' fetch

How I throw the stick, cardio Tryna chase the bag till I'm so rich

Baby, in my facial tryna fuck I let her throat the dick

Then she text me after I just act like I ain't notice it

Jeans hold a Glock by my waist with a bulky clip

Suckers get to runnin', but that beam get to focusin

Ayy, bitch, I never lose, cause I'm posed to win

I ain't hit them hoes yet, I'm tryna poke the twins

Tryna cop the beamer, tell the truth, I don't want the Benz

Tryna get me nine like I'm 50, I know many men

No Shirt in the coupe with the heater on Think he from the 80s

How my brother kept that beeper on Blowin' up my phone

Told her I don't keep the ringer on

Gas in the wood, 93, this that premium

PT always trippin', niggas couldn't tell what he be on

Dressed in all black, lookin' like I brought the Reaper on

I ain't even tell her, but my dick is where she leapin' on

Came up from the bottom like the floor what I was sleepin' on

Thuggin' on the block, got my bro with me

Huggin' on two Glocks with a stick, so they hold 50

Make a nigga dance in them Jordans, I get so tricky

Lift a nigga's spirit, after that, I send his bro with him

Lil' bitch always cappin', why she actin' like she go with me

Blues in my pocket, they can't fold, plus they so crispy

Everywhere I go, know I gotta keep that pole with me

Back door to homie, had to take a nigga 4 Nicky

Everywhere I go, know I gotta keep that pole with me

Lil' bitch always cappin', why she actin' like she go with me

Blues in my pocket, they can't fold, plus they so crispy

Ayy, them bitches so crispy