Gold Feet

English translation

Yeah. This nigga gon' freak it, freak it like nigga did. Yeah. Fuck a ring, bitch,

I like the cheese. I bought some gold feet, put that on my old school Capris.

Dunk it like Dominique. Yeah. Feeling good, feeling great, ho. Yeah, my Jacob

J's gon' wake up, taste the yayo, the yayo.

LA prices is high, I'm with the day, yo. Big Mitchy got me cinchy, send them chickies out of state, yo.

Like, yeah, feeling fine, feeling good, bitch.

Got some bougie hoes, I'm still gon' fuck a hood bitch. So do it bitch, go 'head let me strike it, you know how I like it.

She said all my stripper friends invited, only if they dyking.

I just left the pending like so icy, they want me indicted.

Sleep with one eye open, always lurking, moving in silence. Left eye recipes, I like to creep. Fuck her on gold feet.

You can hit fifteen from the east, pick up a whole key.

Used to be out west with the work, serving in Chinatown.

Lord, a nigga caught with the pipes, I had to pipe it down, down. Feeling good, feeling great.

Feeling great, feeling good. How are you? Nigga, how are you?

I'm in the Ritz finna mix with a thick bitch, how about you?

Say you wanna win, fuck nigga, well, you really can't miss your window, you gotta jump through.

Tanning my Benz, put it on new shoes. Fuck rap niggas, I don't do new crews.

Niggas get dinged every day, get to kicking shit, we get to killing shit, too much to lose.

I don't be chasing these bitches, gon' choose. Racking your ho while you racking the news.

Niggas irrelevant without they bitch, I'm a motherfucking pimp, so I'm making the rules, making the rules, bitch. Feeling good, feeling great.

Feeling great, feeling good. How are you? Nigga, how are you?

I'm in the Ritz finna mix with a thick bitch, how about you? Yeah.

-Look.

-Finna whip this brick, nigga, how about -you? -Bro, I'm cool and looking ghoulish.

Feeling great, the flow is fluid.

Flames, fires in the nighttime, dancing around the barrel bangs. Laid in that bed you made, gangsters in my DNA.

Jeans through the seams, tailor-made, it's hard to fabricate.

Back to back with stacks of platinum plaques, you know my resume.

Little buddy was slinging and catching plays on the East Side in a letter A.

Beating the block with a heavy bass, then fleeing the cops. Scheming on them in a ski mask in the summer inside of the city.

Don't care if you see him or not, it's insidious. I'm in Italy with Sicilians.

Standing on stage, no spitting soliloquies.

I'm a sinner, my life is a cinema. Send me a script, I could be on the big screen.

Bunch of bad women with the cinnamon skin. She send me a pic, it's addictive.

Let's be serious, I got experience. Win a series like I play for the big leagues.

Okay, I'm feeling great, feeling good. I feel a tank, hit the bank, get a dub, fuck a vape.

Fill a vape full of bud, take a drag, take a drink. Drawing blanks, what's your name?

I forgot what it was. W-what a day with my head in the clouds.

Looked around, thought it only was us, but niggas on counter to Camden.

Chilling in Mechanicsville, cutting, cooking the chemicals. Kamikaze, but no cannibalism.

He caught a body, ain't know what to do with him. I think about it back when we was just little.

Now I'm inside it and it's on for a milli.

It's kinda crazy we could do the comparisons really 'cause both of us making a killing.

I'm feeling good, I'm great, I'm straight, my boy. Can't too many niggas relate, my boy. Okay, I shift shapes.

I ain't shooting the shit, they was throwing shade. I'ma throw a fist like Sugar Shane.

Can't even really ask a nigga how your day, how are you? How are things?

Shit bad, bitch, I might go insane like Howard Hughes. I could cop a plane like Howard, too.

On a money chase with a wild goose. Nigga, I ain't really fazed, I follow through.

Going out in a blaze like Howard, too.

-How are you? -Uh.

Look, finna mix with a thick bitch, how about you? Uh.