Golden Child Lyrics by Lil Durk

[Intro]
Turn me up, YC!
Smurk! Smurk!
Red Dead!
I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bruh!
Hitmaka! Yeah!

[Verse: 1]
I share clothes with killers (Let's get it)
Who shot? I don't remember, Yeah
That bitch off coke, remember? (Let's get it)
Fuck hoes to Bryson Tiller (Yeah, yeah)
Make freak hoes bite the pillow (Let's get it)
I cut coke for dealers (I cut coke)
If he got more bodies than you
You can't lil' bro the nigga, Yeah
You hustle bags to feed the plug
Then why you poked the nigga?, Yeah
If you got power with that Tommy
You can ghost a nigga, Yeah
I fuck a bitch, her pussy dry
I might use lotion with her, Yeah
Live by the gun, you dyin' by it
Them niggas ain't coachin' niggas
I really got left for noodles (Noodles)
Know a pit who was born a poodle (Let's get it)
That shit wouldn't move then poot her
That shit do feel like voodoo (Let's get it)
You say you got good gas, that shit be doo-doo
That shit foo-foo
Feds cracked the case with that shit on YouTube
Told an old head fresh out of jail
This shit right here he ain't used to (Let's get it)
Young niggas coo-coo-, hit 'em
That bitch go roo-roo
I'm talking 'bout Dracs and switches
Bitch, I ain't paying for kisses
I'm ahk but I love the Christians
I know an ahk who fuck with Christmas

[Interlude]
Keep that
Keep all that
But uh, that MAC
You know like
Man, what?

[Verse: 2]
I bought my Lamb' with cash
That boy dead, I'm glad
I don't speak tongues period
I don't fuck with Vlad
In New York, I dress like Fab
Too rich to jump in cabs
Sip drank, I don't fuck with dab
She nosey, close the tab, Yeah
I'm Smurk, I'm a golden child, Yeah
I'm a street nigga, eat at Tao, Yeah
Hundred mill', I'ma throw in the towel, Yeah
I made eight bricks, still in style, Yeah
Got a Apex, cover the tower, Yeah
Make a top bitch come to the law, Yeah
If she quiet, then fuck her loud
Got gas, don't fuck with mild

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah