Lyrics:
People Like You
he was fired up to go play golf today
his golf clubs were all clean
he had a brand new box of Pro V 1’s
his new shoes had a sheen
When
Like GTA imma get a club golf
Out my way imma fucking go off
In my space bitch you better back off
You flushed in the face I see you at top golf
Private country clubs with a
Bunch of shotguns)
(Hey Sage, you wanna play a couple rounds?)
(yeah, man)
(Let's go to the range, yeah)
(Let's go
play golf
The green is calling
While civilization falling apart
Let’s play golf
Grab your balls and your clubs
Forgot about the ones you love
And play
what a fine
three days of golf he has had.
The always charming Champion is now taking time to
high five a young spectator and the boy,
the boy is
golf clubs like it's top golf
Put holes in a pussy size of golf balls
Watch them niggas pointing fingers when it pop off
They be acting like they bout it
Texas to the West Coast, East Coast to the Gulf Coast, let's go
Next on the number one tees a rising star, your local club champion, the unassuming one
on some sucker shit he ain't gonna bust the clip he nowhere near me
No shortcuts I took the harder way feel like Penny
In the field like Joey Galloway
the Indian head poker, how about that, man. They have golf on TV, golf on TV. I was watching golf on TV the other day because I'm out of Valium, but man.
I
Mon bico, roule son club, dans le golf
Mon renoi, roule son club, dans le golf
Mon toubab, roule son club, dans le golf
Tous mes gars, roulent leur
you're on your high horse
Swingin' like a golf course
Now I keep my money in her new purse
Ay
This is brand new to me
Ain't shit sweet
Now I got it all
a lie
New age pantsula
Pants sagged
Lower than a city golf
Speaking golf
I'm nice with the clubs
Zone 6 and Zone 6
Those my two favorite
Clubs
Chocho
I got a
Third hand car and it's ready to roll
Got a
Glove box full of plenty of dope
With a
CD stash broken stereo
Counterfeit legit BMW Golf
New
I feel like I was just on another Planet
Yeah, Pm!
In that brand new 'gatti, fuck a cop car
(Skrrt skrrt)
Got the club moving like a golf cart (I
lane.
I got a new set of mizunos I was, Gonna sell the old
But I keep them in my locker so my wifey doesn't know
Sees it clubs in the garage whenever she
guards
Better let us walk up in this club
We bringing all of ours
Eating Prime tomahawks with all my niggas
This ain't Olive Garden feel like Smokey
I'ma
sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
ready when you
Paid your membership dues
It's comin' to take you (take you)
To the country club (to the country club)
Bring your golf clubs
Your tennis
Where you be? (The strip club throwin ones)
Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (swimmin in a pile of ones)
out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin' ones)
Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (swimmin' in a pile
she my caddy
'Cause she grabbed my golf balls in the club
And I'm still actin' calm than a mug
She asked, "Can you drive me and the hundreds where my
Nigga
Golf Wang
(Turn up) Yessir
I got old money, I got new money
Put 'em together, I got huge money
Bank teller call my phone, she tell me I'm
Bout to hit the club like golf balls
Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard
Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs
Come on, dog
I'm too high,
Ron Brownz
Yes! I'm way back in the most amazing way
Well lemme introduce you to the new talk
Lets get straight to it, c'mon
LaLaLaHaleHeloHalow
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