Lyrics:
dug from gold gloves, golf wagon, jeep sagging, not slanging coke, weed sanging, vermin, hanging and a broad joke,
Slopes mountains foreheads touting
of the rope
Long way ahead I can't fall won't let myself hit floor
Hole in one with a bitch no golf
Put them gloves on this coming out the stove
I play with it
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
Meeting at the golf course celine button up cool
Put it in my hand i make it disappear im that smoove
Baby don't be tripping off them hoes you know i got
Masked up, black gloves with the crazy flow
Bats tucked with the clubs in the bag in he holds
A bad one so don't trust me im 80's born
Put this tape
only business so you off em at the golf track
Beat 'em to a pulp
OJ need his fuckin' glove back
Can’t hold me down
I still break the fucking straight
only business so you off em at the golf track
Beat 'em to a pulp
OJ need his fuckin' glove back
Can’t hold me down
I still break the fucking straight
latina
Hands on the back give her gloves she a keeper
Love the way she shake back like a seizure
Estoy caliente sí señorita
Champagne for the fly boy
high as a kite
Wild as a tiger, drunk as a fool
Sour as a lemon and stubborn as a mule
Sharp as a razor, smooth as a glove
That means, Mister,
Your trap jumping like a
Princess with two frogs
She say she want a club
Bitch I don’t do golf
Lexus coupe, in the street we gon cruise off
Lil Xan
believe the shit I did the night we were at your mom's
I got a page from out of town, lied and said it was my job
Grabbed my hat, coat, gloves and scarf
high as a kite
Wild as a tiger, drunk as a fool
Sour as a lemon and stubborn as a mule
Sharp as a razor, smooth as a glove
That means, Mister,
believe the s*** I did the night we were at your mom's
I got a page from out of town, lied and said it was my job
Grabbed my hat, coat, gloves and scarf
a baseball glove.||Brother wants some wheels for his pickup|Sister wants a trip to Cancun|Daddy wants a new set of golf clubs|Momma wants a gold necklace|All I
in the ol' tape deck
Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves
A pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs
Blanket on the back seat, we're in
shall we
You suck
Try to hurt the gang and it's golf
That mean we gone swang
You'll be on the ground for feelin' Toph
Cuz we fly like Aang
You can't take
JII but never the two
And nigga don't ever mistaken it
I'ma chill dude with nine iron not talk artillery
On golf course wit the mobb deep
We coming wit
KidBrain
Boxing gloves, condoms and blue blockers
Dress shoes, a Sharpie and three quarters
A football, hacky-sack, frisbee in the back
high as a kite
Wild as a tiger, drunk as a fool
Sour as a lemon and stubborn as a mule
Sharp as a razor, smooth as a glove
That means, Mister,
high as a kite
Wild as a tiger, drunk as a fool
Sour as a lemon and stubborn as a mule
Sharp as a razor, smooth as a glove
That means, Mister,
like film
Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose
Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals
Car doors rise with
The stu tu tu-ter
(F that ish we love that peanut butter)
Chunky, smooth, all of the above
Eating that butter like a baseball glove
Almond butter? Coconut
off
Call you three points, Jared Goff
Hole in one, that's golf
Catch a body, Randy Moss
Where we going? Fuck the cost
Jon Snow, we own the North
Stay
Meeting at the golf course celine button up cool
Put it in my hand i make it disappear im that smoove
Baby don't be tripping off them hoes you know i got
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