GOLDEN WOLF

[Verse 1: KISSTHECROOK]
Me and Coolboii, we like Wallace and Gromit
Bodying these bottles 'til we black out and vomit
Mind got a do not enter sign
Is you blind, bitch?
Maybe deaf, do I gotta sign?
I don't see a package
Do like five lines
Pack another nine
Six chicks
Six wigs - all on they mind
Gimme time and space I make a fuckin' hit in under twenty minutes bitch
Pussy the Commander got me standin' at attention, bitch
Reefer that'll make you greet the Reaper
Hollow tip to your head like a barista
Top of my game, ya never heard my name
Mystery flow, holiest blade
Hickies on necks, name on these checks
Dickies with goods and those diamonds with flecks
Whip some heat, drop a classic
Spit 4 bars, fantastic
Wax it like glasses
I crush it then crash it
I make a quick buck then I cash it
Hit some bowls relax, shit
I don't even smoke
Or dab or dope
Catch me on a Friday you may see me doin' both
Two belt champion, catch me in the heavies
McGregor
Mayweather
Think I'm hot now? Just wait 'til the May weather

[Verse 2: Coolboii]
We talking 'bout money and death
We talking bout taking your breath
Talking bout taking and hiding your family
Talking bout ransom for all of your salary
Retaliate and I’m calling the calvary
The city they doubted me
Until I put on and leathered the cape, it came it wit a hood
Now hop in the whip and we moving infinity
Hennessy hitting me, steering the ship wit no penalties
Let me hit once and she deaded me
Bitches is really the enemy
Or maybe I got in my feels
Or maybe the venom I’m sending embedded in me
Inventing the ending of me, defending the dead on the street
Letting the levy up, money get divvied up
Ready to die to belly up in a Bentley truck
Plenty to pretend to be petty, but you really you gully
We niggas not buddies
Ain’t no need to study
I did it, I does it
A hater can’t touch it
A nigga illustrious, I feel like combustion
I blow the discussion, now why would I rush it
You stupid and nothing
I can't get caught loving, I have to be cold
Heavy with hate, and head in the hole
I'm sorry to know, I have to be cold
I don't need a hoe, they heavy and swole
The feelings I hold