Golden Son lyrics

[Verse]
Two big blunts, you know I'm finna face it
Grams in the addict, got cash up in the basement
Smoke, smoke, smoke, you know that I be blazing
Goddamn, n*gga, I'm so f*cking amazing
Chopper in the trunk, in case I got to chop sh*t
Bad white b*tch, call her Nancy Botwin
b*tch, I got plugs, so you know I got options
Always on the grind, yeah, you know I be plottin'
Oh, I need the green, plus a lot of extra toppings
Do you love me? Our love that I'm poppin'
Heading to the top and them haters can't stop me
I'm c*cky, b*tch, I'm the champ like Rocky
Countin' hella green while I'm smoking on a broccoli
Bet I get a milli', motherf*cker, just watch me
Bad model chick on my di*k, let her top me
Skeeted in her face and she said that sh*t was saucy

[Chorus]
See us winning, now the hoes wanna run with us
Got a whole bunch of weed, n*gga, roll it up
Real sh*t, I don't think nobody cold as us
Most time I be feeling like the Golden Son
See us winning, now the hoes wanna run with us
Got a whole bunch of weed, n*gga, roll it up
Real sh*t, I don't think nobody cold as us
Most time I be feeling like the Golden Son