fukk with Taco, fukk with Jasper
fukk with Lionel, man that shyt is gon' get sketchy
Shirt is striped, my shorts are short
My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fukk with Giuseppe
fukk the Gucci, fukk the Raf
And fukk the swag and all that other shyt they wearin'
fukk the Rolls and fukk the 'Rari
fukk the Lambo, Tyler only ride McLaren
nikkas think they really on because they trappin'
Made about like 30 thousand
fukk the party, threw the carnival
Attendance this year was like 30 thousand
Shoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'
Make sure my sapphire's glistenin'
Make the shyt, I wear the shyt
They cop the shyt, it's Golf you bytch, you nikkas trippin'
I'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man
Make a tax bracket chain like have you seen my home?
Crib got a tennis court
Get my Venus and Serena on
Golf in this bytch, better ring the doctor
Ambulance come when I hit the scene
That boy flier than a bag of bees
I got my flowers, life's a jeweler
Diamond, fingers size of a tumor
He's a genius, have you heard the rumors?
He's a winner, no not a loser
fukk passin' blunts, pass my nikkas opportunities
Goddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze
January, Hawaiian shirts
Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me
Where's the mirror? I'm that nikka
Kunta ain't got much shyt on me
'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back
To be like, "Y'all boys, my nikka"
fukk that, it's Golf, bytch
nikka you putting alot of extra on it. You obviously not familiar with the GxFR squad.
