Lyrics Golden Child - BabyTron

(Damn, Jonboi)

You can get an average view and play the nosebleeds
Or Spike Lee it, do the right thing and grab a floor seat
CEO (brr), the GM, you can't coach me
Every time I'm out, I got a pipe like a dope fiend

Tell a bitch my heart don't work, pass a defibrillator
Whole team move the bag around, we facilitators
Shit, I'm chilly mode like I'm sitting in the refrigerator
You ain't really plugged, you in the middle like an instigator

Shit, boy, you couldn't copy this with a printer machine
Feelin' like Houdini, make you poof when the trigger release
Throw that glock away, you don't look like no killer to me
Throw that wock' away, you don't look like no sipper to me

Pull up in that phantom, chop' singing like the opera (ah)
Dude playing two-faced games, he must be from Gotham
Aimin' with a thousand shots, you better play it like a opossum
Hollows hotter than the sun, give him heat like I'm Dragic

Ooh-ooh-whoa, I want you
You got my love on the rise
Passing strangers in the night
Feeling's comin', comin' alive (brr)

You took an Xbox deal, shit, my life did a one-eighty
Sit back, roll, spark up and let the blunt take me
Yeah, struggle stories, but yo' baby, he been up lately
(Grab a classic credit, Justin Gaethje, I go punch crazy)

All them PUA ballers? They been out of luck lately
I don't what's wrong with me, haven't gave a fuck lately
Love mixed with the hate, don't know what's what lately
Dawg been fouled out, all them times he pump-faking

Got chicken, raising cane's
Hell-raiser, flaming eighths
I ain't have a thang on my plate, now I'm sayin' grace
I'm forever one up like the ace of spades
Helmut Lang cape, pape'd up, finna save the day (brr)

Real-life legwork, so it's taking me longer (brr)
Small-minded, you would take it, I'm shaking the offer
Trips different nowadays, nah, we ain't taking embossers
Feel like Doctor Waldman, the streets them created a monster

Ooh-ooh-whoa, I want you
You got my love on the rise
Passing strangers in the night
Feeling's comin', comin' alive

Hop up out that van masked up (brr, brr), stranger, danger
Drop it in my pop, put it in my 'wood, I'm facing eighters
In the jeep, it's yo' jeans, but we both playing wranglers
Think my fourteen tapped, finna go and play the pager

Bamboozled, lollapalooza, rolling Loud
All this jewelry looking like an Egyptian, I'm the golden child
Like, shit, that's how the motor sound
I was him when I was younger, only thing, I'm older now

Shit (brr), he was short, now he six foot
Shit, you know I'm hard to catch like a Bigfoot
Lil' bro a robber, act good or get yo' shit took (come here)
Professor trophy, this a Rollie, how yo' wrist look?

I can tell you broke, you don't need a diagnostic (ha)
Sick he played with us, we done put him right in Swanson
I can't even say it, mind ill like I'm Hopsin
Made a eight quadruple, 32, Magic Johnson

Ooh-ooh-whoa, I want you
You got my love on the rise
Passing strangers in the night
Feeling's comin', comin' alive
Smoky corners in these places, it's like mysterious surpr -

(Shitty boyz, dog shit Militia)