Curtis Heron - Golden Son lyrics

[Eddy Baker] Two big blunts you know I'm finna face it Grams in the addict got cash up in the basement Smoke Smoke Smoke you know that I be blazing God damn n***a I'm so f**ing amazing Chopper in the trunk in case I gotta chop sh** bad white b**h call her Nessie [?] b**h I got plugs so you know I got options Always on the grind yeah you know I be plottin' Oh I need the green plus alot of extra toppings Do you love me? Our love that I'm poppin' Heading to the top and them haters can't stop me I'm co*ky b**h I'm the champ like Rocky Countin' hella green while I'm smoking on a broccoli Bet I get a milli motherf**er just watch me Bad model chick on my dick let her top me Skeeted in her face and she said that sh** was saucy [Hook] See us winning now the hoes wanna run with us Gotta whole buncha weed n***a roll it up Real sh** I don't think nobody cold as us Most time I be feeling like the Golden Son [x2]