Текст песни Gold Standards - KnG FsT

Haha, go right in
Ha, alright, haha
Yea

Liquid gold, gold print, these is gold standards
James Bond, meets Thor, this a gold hammer
No pressure when it's dirty like an old hamper
Tell son I sitcom like I know Sanford
I call shots, sit back and let my hoes answer
I slide down, collect cash like a pole dancer
Mowing down all this grass, let the bows answer
I'm dicking chicks born in June screaming fuck cancer
This shit personal, swear I'm so versatile
Jumping out the gym tell Narley to check my vertical
I'm so territorial, burying down my flag
I see it waving while my verbiage spew, turning you into barbecue
I see um all grilling douse they fire bout to harvest you
Sorta like my garden hoe, I grow bout to burn a few
I'm working hard, come to breaks, I deserve a few
But I'm too hungry to stop now, let's serve a few
Now go and grab a plate, we eating to a bellyache
Keep going till it dissipate, they dying to affiliate
Ice ice baby, I freeze them, make the gravel break
I'm sticking d, getting big green, golden state
Unlimited range, me and Narley like Klay and Steph
We growing flowers for yo grave, you getting laid to rest
I murdered this one, I think I need another test
The devil called I simply reply God bless, yea

Only gold standards
Don't come half hearted I need the whole answer
I'm doing pretty good for the most part
I had to dead that bitch, she said the wrong answer, yea

I think I, what's that
I think I, what's that
Yea I think I got that bounce back baby
This what I do
Yeah, this what I does