Текст песни GOLD SLUGZ N' TINT (feat. Sadtrojan) - Wafflejax feat. Sadtrojan

Hold up (207 on the mix, bitch)
(Wafflejax, 352) Yeah
Ah
Look

I done fucked my credit score 'cause I was fucking around
Buying hoes I fell in love with anything that they found
No surprise, I ain't learn my lesson since I was a child
Imagination running wild, hella hyper and loud
The boy two years into this life and I ain't smile in a while
My past been holding me down, ain't got no love for this town
Only the people that been true, select few from the crowd
Every stage, I'm selling out, independent my route

I don't need no bitch or a wristwatch tick
Tryna latch on to everything I get
Kill 'em like an insect, you a bug, I flick
Gold slugs and the tint cost more than your rent
Stop worrying 'bout mine, worry 'bout your shit
I don't waste no time tryna wife no tricks
I'm used to being lazy, barely working, content
Life hit me in the dick, I started stacking my chips

Compare me to Adderall, I get near when I'm focused
And no, I never took it, I just understand the notion
Hometown full of pillies and billies, moving the slowest
Four siblings, I'm the oldest, best believe I'm always focused
My daddy taught me how to be the coldest
I could tell 'cause nowadays I see the people starting to notice
That I finally grew the fuck up, the talent been a bonus
Now the discipline would really go and take me out my lowest
I'm just stating what I self reflect
I know the universe gave me the goggles, my command
I start to disconnect from all the stupid shit
Holding me back from all my fucking plans
They try to hate on me, the game, but they my biggest fans

C right to the H, I throw A-O-S
Put a dash through the O, always blowing on a zip
Feeling bad to the bone, feel the heater in the fanny
Lay back on the hammock, watch my back like my granny, motherfucker

Freebandz concert, I can see the future
Setup cost a rack and a half, you can't touch the computer
Yeah, it's possible to score, but damn, I be blocking the shooter
I've been on my grind
Catch me riding 'round with Zeke and Luther, huh
Finna hit my dance like a Koopa Troopa
I'm off two shots, finna pull me up another booster, huh
She trying to shoot her shot but I ain't no hooper
Fuck the competition, Trojan, he always been cooler
Fuck the competition, I be minding all my business
I got a ho' up out the country, mad 'bout what the distance is
I love you, damn, I hate you
Shit, I don't know what the difference is
If she blow up my phone too much
Might fuck around and switch a bitch, wait
Hopping on the beat, I might go change the pitch
Got your shorty on my jeans, used her teeth to unzip, uh
Take her off my phone, 'cause you not my bitch
Keep my flow unattended 'cause that shit, I switch

I don't need no bitch or a wristwatch tick
Tryna latch on to everything I get
Kill 'em like an insect, you a bug, I flick
Gold slugs and the tint cost more than your rent
Stop worrying 'bout mine, worry 'bout your shit
I don't waste no time tryna wife no tricks
I'm used to being lazy, barely working, content
Life hit me in the dick, I started stacking my chips

You should be worried