Wolf Gang

Golf Wang


Swag me out, (*##$
In an $8000 outfit

Y'all hear these ^!$$%s talking, it ain't about %#@!
I'm on 15, these ^!$$%s on Cloud 6
Tryna get to 9, I'm who they get behind

Thirsty to get some shine
But (*##$, you can't skip the line
And time won't even give you minutes

Cause this %#@! is mine
You live that ad-lib life, with the unscripted lines
I kill em all, just ball, no evidence behind

My steps too complex, you can't convict the crime
I'm just a criminal, high to my last breath
Any other cities push ? til no gas left

Street ballin, I was rushing out my Timex
And I'm about that $#&@ing scratch paper like a math test
That good %#@! is forming back, Rogaine

And they so plain I can't feel em: cocaine
When it's in the nasal and you're facially numb mane
Snorting all them five dollar verses, them %#@!'s is chump change

I'm on my grind, that's some cliche %#@!
But if they see me anywhere, my enemies hate quick
Like "he ain't even swag, ^!$$%, he can't spit" and

"Everytime he come around we feel like we ain't %#@!"
Save the chit-chatter, it's money to get after
Cheating in the book of life

A ^!$$% about to skip chapters
From flat broke to flat close, I'm a real !@$(
And I smoke weed til I feel like a Zen master

It's certified homicide, I'm a !@$%' master
High class pretty (*##$ basher, big kush asher
They told me Domo you're the chosen one

Convincing every single (*##$ that they the only one
This %#@! was cute even way before the song begun
If I'm not a real ^!$$%, then show me one

But (*##$, don't show me none