"Rose Gold" lyrics

Fuck with me (Free dem)
Fuck with me (What they call you?)
Fuck with me

Call me Mr. Rose Gold
(Who the hell is Carlos?)
Everything froze (Everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (What?)
Come and get you some (Yeah)

Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones
Hey, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?
Ask that hoe, who dick she on?
I still sell them bricks for low
I fuck with that piccolo (That green still)

Ask around, I'm 6-0
Pass the loud, I'm getting stoned
I might ring my bitch
Freaky texting, wanna fuck

Bae, can I bring my bitch?
Say that pussy where she love me
Watch her sing my shit
How the fuck you niggas judgin'?

I was just locked up
Forty-one's all flooded
Bezzle Bent rocked up
These young niggas come from nothin'

Why you won't stop us
Dog, weed, lean and pills
This a one-stop truck
Doggy losin' interest, bitch

Yeah, once I fuck
All the real hoes tucked
Damn near can't be touched
Somebody 'bout to make it crazy

Why it can't be us?
Why it can't be me?
I'm in that new GT
Cream dark blue seats

I cashed out on that bitch
Meek just hit me for a verse
I passed out on that bitch
Drekk got two AP's, a Richard and a house on her neck
I don't care about who we kill
Stop acknowledging rats, bitch

Call me Mr. Rose Gold (Yeah)
Everything froze (Everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (What?)
Come and get you some (Yeah)

Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones
Hey, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?
Ask that hoe, who dick she on?
I still sell them bricks for low
I fuck with that piccolo (That green still)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

2020 niggas know who killed the most (Killed the most)
Tell lil bro, "They scared, we somewhere close"
"So don't make insta posts" (Don't make insta posts)
Drug trafficking, don't call 'round askin', come get instant quotes
(Get instant quotes)

Doggy, you know I don't focus on rapping, I'm still sellin' dope
(And I'm just sellin' dope)
I got it out not tucked, in my choppa I trust (nigga, I trust)
It wasn't easy takin' over but I had dropped my nuts

I know there's some crucial bloody brothers that hate my guts
(Nigga's gonna hate me, hate me)
We be whackin' shit for real, they beefin' for PR stunts
So if it's up then its stuck
Rapper's cappin', got they Yeekie's in they trunk
Just on my lap and on clutch, so if I up, nigga, duck

Hit at least one every month (Every month)
Maybe two, if they get bold
Like my connect fuck with them strippers
I got plugs on them poles

Call me Mr. Rose Gold (Yeah)
Everything froze (Everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (What?)
Come and get you some (Yeah)

Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones
Hey, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?
Ask that hoe, who dick she on?
I still sell them bricks for low
I fuck with that piccolo (That green still)

Maybach truck could get the ghost
Fuck it, Gotti, get em both
I fuck with that coke so much, I signed to my nigga (AMG)
Keep that shit in Memphis (Why?)
'Cause I'm down with my nigga

If they sent it, I got it
Not the Richy, the Patek
All my bitches be laughing, why?
Shit used to be funny
Them ten thousand stacks, nigga
Them used to be hundreds and them bitches y'all walkin' with
Them used to be runners

Call me Mr. Rose Gold (Yeah)
Everything froze (Everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (What?)
Come and get you some (Yeah)

Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones
Hey, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?
Ask that hoe, who dick she on?
I still sell them bricks for low
I fuck with that piccolo (That green still)