Bobby Sessions feat. Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs - Gold Rolex (feat. Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs) Lyrics

Lyrics Gold Rolex (feat. Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs) - Freddie Gibbs , Bobby Sessions , Benny The Butcher



Bobby Sessions, young, hol′ up
Yeah
Ayy
Real recognize real, nigga, you aren't identified
Diamonds on my neck is proof that my dream crystallized
Talkin′ sh-, that's ill-advised, probably why my hater's sick
Saw the cake inside my bank increase because I made a wish
Saw the streets, not in the streets, all the streets embraced the kid
Cracker give me funny look ′cause I′m stayin' at the Ritz
Walkin′ like a pimp with a cane and a limp
Mesmerize your b-, she watch my d- swing to the left
Popped my trunk and then I dipped, uh, Donald Trump a b-
Texas n-, Pleasant Grove, you better know that I'm legit
Took the shackles off my soul, I never sold it for a cent
Now the wrist is full of gold, I hit the goal and now I′m rich, uh
Made some new ones
Kept this sh- one hunnid, now it's paid up with the blue ones
I expose the system, take a look at how they do us
They wanna hate me, tell the world that I′m a nuisance
Do some, legend
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won′t hate
We takin′ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin′ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin′ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Yo, started with one eight ball and a 50 cent razor
A n- still tryna catch up 20 bricks later, uh (hahaha)
I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol 'fore I leave and my b- wish me good luck
I stood up on each Ave (uh-huh), collectin′ this free cash
At least I thought it was, free Ab and free Cass (free the real ones)
I hit once and she ask me to buy her a G-Wag' (what?)
And now she mad 'cause that - not worth a E-Class
Spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more, n-
I′m out in St. Croix with in - on Playboy b- (haha)
They wanna arrest us rappers and make more prisons (why?)
′Cause seven figure bank accounts put cakes on n- (huh)
They wanna take me back, I can't let ′em, though
2021, I'm goin′ up or goin' federal
I set the bar, n- (I set the bar)
This Palm Angels jacket an extra large, sh-
Before I start the engine, I check the car, Sopranos
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won′t hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin′ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won′t hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (yeah)
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won′t hate (yeah)
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where
Mr. Hector bakes cakes (yeah, yeah)
At night, I can′t sleep (nah), I toss and turn (for sure)
So I just jump in the 'vert, Dr. Dre, chronic gettin′ burned (skrrt)
I just put my side b- on some Forgis, don't scrape the curb
Spot a opp', get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn (yeah)
Mr. Kane, pistol stay dirty but I got clean work (yeah)
Once you bleed work, you a worker, you never seen work
Smokers in the back, start trap, they bought the Beamer
Load the Heron, Leon, Dion, I switch the league up
Kane, hoe, you can′t ′tain me with a kiss or a gold ring
Send her back to her husband, she just f- to maintain
I cannot be monogamous, these b- be playin' games
I rap for a hobby, I sell drugs to maintain, yeah (maintain it)
And it′s been that way (yeah)
Put your money up and get your package sent that way (yeah)
Turn 12 for a deal, white went that way
Left stain in the street
When he got hit that day (brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin′ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin′ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won′t hate
We takin′ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes



Writer(s): Stelvio Cipriani, Eric Charles Kaiser, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Arthur Lee Putnam, Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Bobby Dewayne Jr. Session, Robert Earl Davis, Joseph Wayne Mcvey, Shelton Scales Jr


Bobby Sessions feat. Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs - Gold Rolex (feat. Benny the Butcher & Freddie Gibbs) - Single



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