Sketch the Bottom Feeder - We Gold ft. Yung BooL lyrics

I'm conducting the words with ease When I'm constructing a verse, I can sense a rapper dying how he's stuck in a hearse Man I tried gettin' G's from robberies, I buck and I burst But b**h please, my luck is the worst These young G's are running a muck it's a curse Got the police yelling “freeze” when the ruckus occurs I gotta get a b**h that's got a piece tucked in her purse right Next to a jimmy no disease, f**ing the first night On her knees, s**ing the thirst is unreal It's a done deal ladies, I'm up in your skirts Yeah I've f**ed a lot of b**hes but I'd like to bone more I get mad and I use, a microphone cord To fashion a noose then I start strangling necks I'm introducing rappers to the angel of d**h I keep quaffing the stout until they're tossin' me out I'm gettin' trashed like Brenda's baby and Oscar the grouch (Hook: Yung BooL) Y'all bronze, and we gold And we shine like so They talk, and we know I just sit back enjoy the breeze and roll some smoke (Yung BooL verse)