letra de i treat you like dat baby - goldenboy countup
[intro]
golden
yeah, big chicken sh-t, baby, yuh
you know what i’m sayin’?
yeah, uh
[chorus]
say you gon’ hold a n-gga down, handle up like you supposed to
i’ma treat you like that baby, i’ma frame me in a poster
i’m a cuff you from the world, block your face out when i post ya
tell them n-ggas who on your trail they better keep that sh-t cultural
and i’m really havin’ motion, i don’t keep up with these b-tches
and i ain’t arguin’ with ya, b-tch, i’m in the kitchen cookin’ fishes
these n-ggas starvin’ ’round this b-tch, these n-ggas scared to get the chicken
yeah, we was f-cked up ’round this b-tch, we ain’t have no pot to p-ss in
[verse]
yeah, we was stealin’ out the stores, we was schemin’ for a dollar
we tryna learn the f-ckin’ streets, ain’t got no time to be no scholar
they pay attention to the teachers, watch the neighborhood ballers
on my jit, son, you illegal, better not even f-ckin’ falter
them b-tches laughed at a n-gga, i had holes in my kicks
i wore the same clothes for days, how the f-ck i’m ‘posed to switch?
sh-t, i was smaller than them n-ggas, so i had to keep a stick
them b-tches laughed at lil’ golden, they ain’t think he would be rich
p jojo and lil’ hermin, we was runnin’ ’round the projects
havin’ started investin’ money, i’m a n-gga with some knowledge
tryna help all of them people, i was f-ckin’ up my profit
say they proud of a n-gga, just surprised a n-gga got it (yeah)
[interlude]
goldenboy countupboy, baby, real sh-t, n-gga
i got this sh-t out the mud, n-gga
i got this sh-t out the dirt, n-gga
ask about me, yuh
central florida n-gga, volusia county, n-gga, i’m straight out the motherf-ckin’ d, n-gga
yeah, yeah
[verse 2]
drug deals, homicides, scammin’, n-gga, i’ve been around it
crackers make it hard for a n-gga, but i go around it (yeah)
fightin’ the f-ckin’ city for my building, how i’ma beat the county?
paint that sh-t up, call me for more spots and i’ma keep on countin’ (yeah)
takin’ care of all these people sh-t for real, it ain’t no sims now
pulled up in that maybach, grown man, it ain’t no rims now
bust a jugg on my way back, n-gga, i’m passin’ mims now
yeah, bring that f-ckin’ sh-t up, come and trim, he worth them m’s now
sauce me up, come pick me, bae, a 10k on me drippin’, baby
yeah, that lil’ n-gga be simpin’, baby, pimpin’ on a lippin’ baby (d-mn)
too much flavor, puck my sh-t up, plenty flavors, caught this sh-t
b-tch play crazy, swap a b-tch, f-ck n-gga, you can’t stop this sh-t
[chorus]
say you gon’ hold a n-gga down, handle up like you supposed to
i’ma treat you like that baby, i’ma frame me in a poster
i’m a cuff you from the world, block your face out when i post ya
and tell them n-ggas who on your trail they better keep that sh-t cultural
and i’m really havin’ motion, i don’t keep up with these b-tches
and i ain’t arguin’ with ya, b-tch, i’m in the kitchen cookin’ fishes
these n-ggas starvin’ ’round this b-tch, these n-ggas scared to get the chicken
yeah, we was f-cked up ’round this b-tch, we ain’t have no pot to p-ss in
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