Goldie Remix lyrics

[STaTiiX: Verse 1]

I said it must BEEEEE cuz a rapper got flows
Any bast*rd talking smack, I'm smashing in his nose
Known for slashing throats and throwing hoes in open caskets
Think you rolling past me? I'll make your ass blow a gasket
All my brothers grim, come chill within the blunt smoke
I'm crashing your tower and rescuing Rapunzel
I'm unbearable and spit like a smoking Glock
King Midas Flow, I got this sh*t on Goldilock
Always been a cheater in this game of life
I'll take your dice and snatch your spinner if the stakes are high
No matter, my flow patterns are so dapper
sh*tting on you, no crapper, roast rappers
With a bunsen burner, I stunt your learning, these c*nts
Get murdered, I'm the top dog, you a munchkin furter
Crunching vertebrates, got that Gotti swag
I ain't talking Murder Inc, but more like body-bagging
And toe-tagging these rappers, I'm the damn antagonist
I stand ravenous, dismantle all challengers
I'm the catalyst causing these cataclysms
Doing damage with writtens when I smash your swagger to bits
I'm so fly when it comes to penmanship
I'll hit the nuggets till I kick the bucket, took your b*tch
Pulled out her breasts and f*cked em, then she nibbled on my chicken strip
Fry you little b*tches, no Kentucky
[ASAP Rocky: Hook]

I said it must be, cause a n*gga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a n*gga name on they toes
n*ggas talk sh*t 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til sh*t pop off

[STaTiiX: Verse 2]

I'm all about them golden (bars), homie I'm a rover (mars)
Don't rock loafers, don't got chauffeurs, but I'll leave ya jaw
On the floor and rip your throat apart, I go for hearts
I need a replacement, mine is frozen, X-ray it
You can see a f*cking glacier, I'm x-rated
In the way I lay these bars, (Winning) kill and ravage
Leaving beats in turmoil, I see you haters tryna strong-arm
This is gym class, you need some shoulder curls
All my b*tches been bad, your chicks are like the Golden Girls
I'll leave your block full of craters, Armstrong
Balling on that wizard sh*t, no Harlem
Pardon my wording, flow sharper than "Gilette"
And the sound so Sterling ... No Archer
But I'll smoke the dutches till I'm laying in a coffin
Hotboxing the sarcophagus, making the dead all walk again
So gimme opulence or take this c*ck in your esophagus
I stay up on that green, call me an herbivore
These dirty whores get canceled, Jersey Shore
We gon' have a situation if you're hating
Leave you kissing the pavement, or taking fists to the face, b*tch
Erasing all these number 2's, cuz I'm the sh*t
I'm not Hopsin so I'll tell a b*tch to ride my di*k
Faggots mad cuz I'm puffing on the dankest grams
Raw with the smackdown, pop rocks at your candy ass
[Hook]