Golden Child

P the official

I share the plugs with killers, the don't want smoke for dinner

This bitch so bad I'm in her, come ride with the winner

Have youngins' rob for skilla I want the pape like printers

I love my custo Dennis, he always come threw spending

You talk that shit but don't you know that we be all on go

Im staying ducked off till they die, I ain't gone drop the lo

My Brody finally coming home he'll pop you on parole

Like bro don't even play like that you'll end up on a mural

I feel like baby joker, I want the hundred and fifties

I want her ass and titties, better know that road it's risky