"Word On The Street" lyrics

Word on the street I got gold bricks

Word on the street I got gold bricks
Put king gold chains on yo bitch
Let'her cry for me, that's hooty and a blowfish
She gon' blow dick 'til she pop. How many licks?
Blow this Popsicle, stand quick
Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley
Hothead trigger nigga, don't tempt me
Make that ass shake like a Wendy's frosty (frost bit)
In the middle east, Jebediah
I'm the great Alexander Empire
Bubba Gump, put shrimp on yo diner
Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion
Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant
On the highest level, top of mount Zion
She said she never fucked me, but she's lyin'
Team so strong, could've been a Minnesota Viking, fuck it
Two tears nigga in a bucket
You don't like me and bitch I love it
Living life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget
Stephen Curry, got 30 in the luggage
Fuck that bitch, she'll never get a lover
Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa
Talkin' 'bout Medusa, these niggas just losers
You ain't even do shit, I'm the coach that's coolest
T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human
Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising
Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent
Probably the best to do this
Ho I ain't gotta prove shit
The proof's in the bank bitch
Do this shit for my kids' kids
In the papadoce, you don't even know what that is nigga

Word on the street I got gold bricks
Word on the street I got gold bricks

Heath Ledger, pill poppin', no jokin'
Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened
Soul Doctor, this ain't no Broadwayin'
Tom foolery, y'all niggas horse playing
Most hated 'cause the crib most gated
Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated
Your cars pass through expiration
Second to none, no offense, none taken
Stick up, I'm highjackin' 'em back
I'm the shit bubble wrap, get rap to rap
Flow God, that is so hot, step on yo back, bitch
Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin' pad, lougin' at the pack
T-Raw the best rapper in there and I'm flexing 600 grand on my lap
Instagram, take the pilot jet ready, that's an instant plane
Fuck y'all, niggas couch mane
Actin' ashamed, don't be a slave
Put yo check on the table, by the end of the days paid hey hey
Play fair, I don't wealth fare, fuck fair
When I'm near smell wealth in the air
Oh yeah? Who that nigga with the big ass gat?
That's me with the big ass gat, it's a saber tooth
Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash
No pork on my plate, nigga still going ham