Gold Rapper

I'm the guy you already know with a gold wrapper in my pocket

Look what I got, dollar bills all in a knot, telephone calls get dropped

Still I'm on lock, looking at me low key, staying strapped up we'll see

Slide slowly, put it inside of her DM, she wanna find a homie

You no I don't need em

Got enough brothers and bro's good like it's Cinnamon Toast Crunch

Breakfast beginning with oats for lunch find out some women who knows a bunch

I've been deciding that I am the man never gone stop for as long as I can

Feeling so fly but I'm not Peter Pan I'm everywhere like you fell in the sand

I'm cool enough for that summer heat so when you ask me I ain't sweating it

Girl sticking on me like a siamese twin when did I let it