Bodak Gold

You a pussy you get popped, no janitor I keep the mop

That bitch on me when I shop, so come my way like Fetty Wap

I slide for real I'm on your heels when I pull up no ankle socks

It's going down relax a bitch like Yung Joc straight at his top

Grew up in the 'jects, we use to hoop on them crates

Gang banging and holdin' up rakes

Start movin' that weight, was gettin' it from outer state

I chose the hustle to escape

While getting this cake, I had to kill a few snakes

I took my crookeds with my straights, hero with no cape

While making sure my people straight, I came out on top like a tank

Now bitch i'm the best, it is not up for debate

Always drop and crack like a vase, more views that a wake

I got what they want like a safe, my ex on my dick Triple H

No I'm not her man, but sometimes my belt got a H

My swagger from outer space

My new bitch is perfect, just right for me like I'm Drake

I eat that pussy like steak

She bad to the bone, she send naked pics to my phone

She keep my dick hard as a stone

Gettin' head on my throne, she lick a bitch no Patrón

Then slide on that D like a zone

I'm fly like a drone, I got to the top on my own

I didn't sell my soul to get known

Don't come at me wrong, you can get smoked like a bong

Then get yo ass put in my song

Two guns on my waist, big clips like Deandre and Blake

I slid through his home like his base

He ran like a race

Then bullets came out his face, I got out I might shoot like i'm ace

Check out my drip, whole bunch of Gs on my kicks

I look like I hit a lick

I put my bitches on, now my team inside like a pig

We on fire, we lit, call us Bic

I killed your homie, [I'm with you blue] like the Knicks

I told you i'm with the shits, thirty in my clip

I upped it and blew like a crip

But I'm Donatello with that stick

These bitches slaves, these bitches sellin' they souls

These labels pimpin' they hoes

Dying they hair, these bitches looking like trolls

Right now they gettin' exposed

You're not a boss, you bitches do as you're told

For the right price you will fold

I know that I'm cold, I'm bodying them like a robe

I just go in I'm like doors

I stay in my mode, b*tch I stay grippin' that pole

I don't let go like [evolved]

While on the road, we caught a case with a pole

It got dropped because none of us told

Big faces, I be thumbin' through

My squad get money too

A bunch of Gs, on my fuckin' belt, and my luggage too

Take your b*tch, fuck her from the back

Her dreams coming true

I fucked her good and she told all her friends

They wanna fuck me too

I put my faith, In god and my gun

I don't trust none of you

Had heat on me while I sat in class but it wasn't summer school

I shot n*ggas in these fucking streets then ball like Uncle Drew

I pop these pussies pill out on these b*tches he Cliff Huxtable

Said I don't need a deal I make money moves

Said I don't gotta sign bitch I'm comfortable

If I see you and I don't speak well that means I don't fuck with you

It's RGS and I'm the CEO this what that money do