[Hook: Creative Gold]
All that back and forth n*gga that's child's play
n*ggas want that war we fighting our way
Young fresh I'm the plug I get it for the low
They be acting dumb but man these n*ggas know
n*ggas know x2
They be acting dumb but man these n*ggas know
n*ggas know x2
They be acting dumb but man these n*ggas know
[Verse 1: Creative Gold]
Young fresh I'm the plug
I get it for the low
Whatever you need green light
n*gga it's a go
If you ain't talking bands
Don't hit me for ya show
& Every verse is a brick
My albums a pot of gold
Swear they talking like my city lost it
Stupid n*gga why the f*ck you talking
Like rocky ain't booming
Like french ain't booming
Like the bush ain't booming
How the f*ck we losing?
Brooklyn n*gga got my tims untied
Bodega sandwiches when I get high
These tumblr b*tches say that I get fly
But I just dress like me
And I will till I die
A lot of n*ggas are jacking my style
A lot of di*kriding that's wild
I drink Henny and watch the girls smile
Don't gossip b*tch hold it down
I'm from Brownsville
Where the gangs are live
You can see the pain
In them lil kids eyes
When a n*gga die 12 arrive
And they don't do sh*t
But watch mamas cry
[Hook: Creative Gold]
[Verse 2: DONMON1QUE]
Me and my b*tches roll deep, running the streets
Shut it down all night, other hoes is sleep
Get it in off Remy, champagne, and Henny
We ain't trippin' off crumbs, cause my b*tches got plenty
How you gon talk slick, be the same bum n*ggas wanna ask for a pic
Let me talk my sh*t, pull up, mack for a bit
Let me hit this lick, when I re-up roll with a b*tch
I ain't got all night, I got sh*t to do, iight
Money making b*tch with a chip on her shoulder
You was pushing that stroller, we was whippin' the rover
She was subbin' all night when I see her it's over
You can catch me in the cut, with a pound of that douja
[Hook: Creative Gold]