Crybaby - GXLD lyrics

[Chorus: Chriish Audrey] I got that blue berry, vanilla cherry and golden mango blunt I'm your f**ing idol. That Satan piece citrine cut Penny cruiser, drug abuser Topaz wheels and amber trucks Golden Smoke up in my system Now ask me how The f** I glisten All Gold Gold Gold Yeah it's all Gold Gold Gold, swag Gold, swag (2x) [Verse 1: Chriish Audrey] From the golden gurney to the golden casket 12 golden roses on a golden mattress Blood splatter on my golden razor Gold haze on my vision from this golden sour That's golden filters rolled in golden papers Sipping golden vodka with a golden chaser Stretching holes in my mind like a golden taper Melting down 24 karats into a gold strainer While I'm flicking the tip of syringes injecting this golden dust up into my system And it's clear you're missing the point of these lessons if you think I'm professing my love for b**hes cause it's just a metaphor for how the 4(IV) is filled up with things I'm missing and dripping into a big puddle of wishes of golden dreams schemes and means to profess my whiteness High chief cheefer Lemon refer Tunnel vision Gold sleepers Navy gold Supras high as cheer leaders Got that Gold teeth, no grills Replace dental hygiene with golden pills Golden showers for these golden flowers sipping golden 40's with the golden spill Sipping golden something silver only on my munchies Munching gold arches, gold dust and shattered dreams for supper Up her dose to two tabs and let the b**h sleep undetected in this Cadillac You rather whack if you think I'm not shining black and gold

I got that blue berry, vanilla cherry and golden mango blunt I'm your f**ing idol. That Satan piece citrine cut Penny cruiser, drug abuser Topaz wheels and amber trucks Golden Smoke up in my system Now ask me how The f** I glisten All Gold Gold Gold Yeah it's all Gold Gold Gold, swag Gold, swag (2x) [Verse 2: Crybaby] I sport that Gotti gold like A persian God And honestly i couldn't think of A more perfect cause To splurge a wad A real epicurean ba*tard Rob jesus, leave the frankincense and myrrh in the pasture. (Hah) Gold ain't old it's old school and I'm the head master No blood diamonds but A cut sharp enough to shed plasma I'm about my crystal like a f**ing meth lab son And gold is on the rise again so make way platinum Bouillon from Atlanta and breeze jet crashing When gold was king currency long before the cash was A nappy white boy that remain fresh to d**h Cry-Baby swaggnificent you b**hes ought to check my Shades. 18 karat frames Fingers. 18 karat rings Chains. 18 karat sway, you can't ignore my garish swag Even got an 18 karat blade fitted on that black stiletto Call me Wiz Khalifa b**h, I'm all about that Black and Yellow I got that blue berry, vanilla cherry and golden mango blunt I'm your f**ing idol. That Satan piece citrine cut Penny cruiser, drug abuser Topaz wheels and amber trucks Golden Smoke up in my system Now ask me how The f** I glisten All Gold Gold Gold Yeah it's all Gold Gold Gold, swag Gold, swag (2x)