Gold Rings (feat. Pusha T)

歌詞

Yeah Yeah, yeah, CoKane (Hahaha, you feel that?) Yeah, yeah (Down ass bitch) No gold rings, this shit just my main squeeze Coming to the crib, breaking down a set of keys Back in the days, I admit, I had some issues (Yeah) Two twelve on the chase, I jumped out, I crashed the rental To my down ass bitch (Yeah) The one that'd never fuck up or snitch I fleed the scene, a hit and run, I left the Glock with the switch Police gon' press you, we got lawyers, baby, don't tell 'em shit (Don't say shit) And I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my College girl got her stressin', she got a jail record (Damn) I put the Range in her name and I'm fuckin' up her credit The judge gave her probation, she had knots in her stomach After the case she wiped her Instagram and changed her number (The fuck?) Damn, bitch, thought we was gang, I would've killed for her (you running with this nigga?) Ex nigga got you engaged, that nigga kneel for her Heartbreak most thug niggas ain't built for it Tears steady droppin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my Tattoos that's some war wounds (War wounds) Loudest nigga in the room, you ain't a killer, you a cartoon (You a cartoon) Caught a new body in my old school (Old school) I saw you at your homie grave, well, tell that nigga you'll be home soon (You'll be home soon) Came whippin' hard, that's a hard sale (Hard sale) But I won't pay them bitches back, I play my cards with the cartel (Cartel) It's us against the world, it's all well (It's all well) But I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my Yeah My cocaine novela Soap opera shit These are days of our pies So many R ends I done made Waitresses I done saved The blow dryer bar for bitches who ain't learn to braid Matured all the sorors and every AKA Michelle's blueprint showed that error in their ways All the rent I paid, you know I play it fair Just leave an extra key so I can weigh it there Bribe money so your boyfriend wouldn't lay up there Dope game, I'm the ultimate creative player 2K21, Savage like 21 Fridays are draft night You bitches is one and dones I'm the one of one I'm the Summerson I'm the street dream Nas with the cummerbund Jury Supreme Team Anchors is done and hung The dope floats on a boat Now come give the drummer some They going for thirty-three, I just let the numbers run The king of the kilo, I don't believe none of 'em Tattoos that's some war wounds (Except Gibbs, war wounds) Loudest nigga in the room, you ain't a killer, you a cartoon (You a cartoon) Caught a new body in my old school (Old school) I saw you at your homie grave, well, tell that nigga you'll be home soon (You'll be home soon) Came whippin' hard, that's a hard sale (Hard sale) But I won't pay them bitches back, I play my cards with the cartel (Cartel) It's us against the world, it's all well (It's all well) But I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' in my As always, your safety and well being is of premier priority here at the Triple S You will be notified when our conditions change Gibbs, what's up, man? This is your boy, Jesus, man Gibbs, where you at, man? Usually, the world looking for me, I don't go looking for the world I mean, I'm just saying I just came from the Appalachian Mountains I was up there chilling, smoking some weed with some Buddhist monks We was having the bestest of times And all of a sudden my pager go off And I gotta come straight down here to holler at you, Gibbs When trust me, man, I am the way and the light And speaking of lights, you got one? 'Cause I wanna light this bomb-ass kush Matter fact I'ma come by there with this kush I got for you We gon' break bread, I got some fish, I got some bread And we just gon' have a whole feast right now And talk about this, Gibbs, I love you, brother Holla at your boy, it's Jesus