"Goldeneye" lyrics
(E-E-Enrgy made this one)
I do that fast dude like Vin Diesel
Yo' outfit out of date, that's damn near medieval
The junkie HP one, he don't switch needles
Eighty dollar steak, I play the little alley
Might end up hittin' Cali, gettin' buzz in the Valley
Then shoot him down to Ypsilanti, pack him in the back
Shit, I'm one up on I-75, Tyrese Maxey
Shit, I'm one up on I-80, call that Calvin Johnson
Cuddy just got the white in, let's get the Action Bronson
F&N will turn his dreads into some rasta pasta
That's below my price range, I don't cost a blanca
He gon' let us drop the check, do the knucklehead
Never once had my hand out, I'm up in hustle bread
I call that a minor, I'm off a double 10
This bitch look like Malú, but she from the West
Hopped off that Mongoose, runnin' up a check
Nothing might cut Piru off how I fuckin' bled
It got me runnin' reds, I know this bitch a demon
I don't ever run from here, but I can't come again
It's impossible
I told my hitman, "Don't move sloppy, they'll lock you off a follicle"
The gang unstoppable
If it ain't the Bomb Pop, Faygo, I'ma do the Spritz-y tropical
Where I'm from, everything other than kids die
The fit X-rated, better cover up yo' kid's eyes
I'm off a 3.5 of that, I look like Pat Moon
I ain't eatin' Lucky Charms, but I pop to half a moon
Butterscotch insides, but the rap map maroon
Artifier from the booth, you might see the lab kaboom
Unky cleaned up the dog, but ain't have shampoo
Lil' brodie, he a killer whale, shit, that's Shamu
He ain't got a bit of motion, just be sittin' stagnant
It's like money grows on me, I'm a chicken magnet
Militia madness, militia madness
Lyin' on yo' dead mans, he twitchin', finna flip his cast
Shit, it's BabyTron, mister, come and get a Insta caption
I just know I'm finna thump, she all on her face to chat
If it ain't about no pape', then forget the interaction
My ho think I'm on some bullshit, but I'm just in here rappin'
Chopper had 'em zig and zaggin', what a silly bastard
Let a bitch call me broke, I might throw a fifty at her
Tried to put a bow on the scale, I'ma digi-crash
Might go mine Bitcoin, I been had the giffies mastered
I'll take me and unky versus yo' six best shooters
We'll put yo' corn ass on Midwest Rumors
Drop yo' city down below, we been pressed through it
I got this plan mapped out and six M's do it
Western Union, you remember MTCNs?
I'm rollin' wav files, up them mp3 rigs
Feelin' like I'm Big Shifter off this McD beef
I might slide on yo' bitch on my FTP sled
I'm the one, mark my words, that's TG and F
I don't trust 'em actin' like the F-E-D-S
Told my 'migo shoot some loud through, he sent me cheese neck
Oh, you hit her, sushi vet, you need a STD check
Before I got banned from Hearst, I was a gold member
Fresh off the road, you think I linked with a phone vendor
We the reason that they inside, not the cold weather
Get lion-hearted, blow a hole through your Chrome sweater
007, right now I got the golden eye
Back-to-back in ten chargers, how the fuck my phone just die?
Sticky Ricks are oversized, outfit is overpriced
Lil' beast keep poltergeist, Blake Griff' get posterized
I do that fast dude like Vin Diesel
Yo' outfit out of date, that's damn near medieval
The junkie HP one, he don't switch needles
Eighty dollar steak, I play the little alley
Might end up hittin' Cali, gettin' buzz in the Valley
Then shoot him down to Ypsilanti, pack him in the back
Shit, I'm one up on I-75, Tyrese Maxey
Shit, I'm one up on I-80, call that Calvin Johnson
Cuddy just got the white in, let's get the Action Bronson
F&N will turn his dreads into some rasta pasta
That's below my price range, I don't cost a blanca
He gon' let us drop the check, do the knucklehead
Never once had my hand out, I'm up in hustle bread
I call that a minor, I'm off a double 10
This bitch look like Malú, but she from the West
Hopped off that Mongoose, runnin' up a check
Nothing might cut Piru off how I fuckin' bled
It got me runnin' reds, I know this bitch a demon
I don't ever run from here, but I can't come again
It's impossible
I told my hitman, "Don't move sloppy, they'll lock you off a follicle"
The gang unstoppable
If it ain't the Bomb Pop, Faygo, I'ma do the Spritz-y tropical
Where I'm from, everything other than kids die
The fit X-rated, better cover up yo' kid's eyes
I'm off a 3.5 of that, I look like Pat Moon
I ain't eatin' Lucky Charms, but I pop to half a moon
Butterscotch insides, but the rap map maroon
Artifier from the booth, you might see the lab kaboom
Unky cleaned up the dog, but ain't have shampoo
Lil' brodie, he a killer whale, shit, that's Shamu
He ain't got a bit of motion, just be sittin' stagnant
It's like money grows on me, I'm a chicken magnet
Militia madness, militia madness
Lyin' on yo' dead mans, he twitchin', finna flip his cast
Shit, it's BabyTron, mister, come and get a Insta caption
I just know I'm finna thump, she all on her face to chat
If it ain't about no pape', then forget the interaction
My ho think I'm on some bullshit, but I'm just in here rappin'
Chopper had 'em zig and zaggin', what a silly bastard
Let a bitch call me broke, I might throw a fifty at her
Tried to put a bow on the scale, I'ma digi-crash
Might go mine Bitcoin, I been had the giffies mastered
I'll take me and unky versus yo' six best shooters
We'll put yo' corn ass on Midwest Rumors
Drop yo' city down below, we been pressed through it
I got this plan mapped out and six M's do it
Western Union, you remember MTCNs?
I'm rollin' wav files, up them mp3 rigs
Feelin' like I'm Big Shifter off this McD beef
I might slide on yo' bitch on my FTP sled
I'm the one, mark my words, that's TG and F
I don't trust 'em actin' like the F-E-D-S
Told my 'migo shoot some loud through, he sent me cheese neck
Oh, you hit her, sushi vet, you need a STD check
Before I got banned from Hearst, I was a gold member
Fresh off the road, you think I linked with a phone vendor
We the reason that they inside, not the cold weather
Get lion-hearted, blow a hole through your Chrome sweater
007, right now I got the golden eye
Back-to-back in ten chargers, how the fuck my phone just die?
Sticky Ricks are oversized, outfit is overpriced
Lil' beast keep poltergeist, Blake Griff' get posterized
