LiL GOLDiE - RiC FLAiR Lyrics

You're talkin to
The Rolex wearin', diamond ring wearin'
Kiss stealin'- WOO!
Wheelin', dealin'
Limousine ridin', jet flyin' son of a gun
And I'm havin a hard time holdin' these alligators down-
I pour a four in this OJ
That shit got me ghost, no Nicole
I told her we don't need no glove
'Cause I'll stab my dick in yo throat (Brrr)
I met that li'l hoe on the road
She beggin' me "GOLDiE don't go!"
I told that li'l bitch to "Kick rocks."
How ironic that the head game blow
(Eugh) I'm Progressive way I come with the flow
I'm off the Act, the way I act slow
I drop a tab and I mof*ckin' glow
Call him Westbrick the way that he throw
Break that white hoe, well I call her Brick (Ha)
She covered in piss, look jus like my wrist
She kissin' and lickin' my dick
Yo mama gon' f*ck with a jit
She swallow my kids, well that's free abortion
Carry the team like a young Michael Jordan
I'm next in this shit, can't f*ck with the kid
I grill that li'l boy like George Foreman
My diamonds gon' soak like a mormon (Ice)
My bitch look like Natalie Portman
I'm rollin' four deep with my team off Codeine
I feel like Ric Flair in the Horsemen (Woooooooooo)
Kiss stealin', wheelin' and dealin'
Jet flyin', limousine ridin'
Big chillin, countin' the millions
Profilin', Nature Boy wylin'
Kiss stealin', wheelin' and dealin'
Jet flyin', limousine ridin'
Big chillin, countin' the millions
Profilin', Nature Boy wylin'
Brodie Triple H, he stay with the hammer
And we got the "Animal", look like Bruce Banner
Randy Keith Orton, I don't need no blammer
He don't want the smoke 'cause we'll kill him like cancer
We gotta mow, we got too many snakes
Don't need no vest, 'cause we aim at yo face
Y'all tryna take what I got on my plate
But I'll take an eighth of yo boy to the face
Cuddy post the drop, and he slide on IG live
Let the choppa sing like the f*ckin' Jackson 5
Smokin' HD, live forever when I die
Shoutout Lil Peep, bury me in all my ice
F*ck the price, Ariana when I buy
Unky in the kitchen, and he bakin' f*ckin' pies
Pullin' up with pyro for these mof*ckin' spies
RIP Tha Kilo G, it's 4LiFE 'til I die
(Woooooooooo) Kiss stealin', wheelin' and dealin'
Jet flyin', limousine ridin'
Big chillin, countin' the millions
Profilin', Nature Boy wylin'
Kiss stealin', wheelin' and dealin'
Jet flyin', limousine ridin'
Big chillin, countin' the millions
Profilin', Nature Boy wylin'
WOO!