Giallo Point - Gold Clips lyrics

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Giallo Point - Gold Clips lyrics

[Talking - Daniel Son] 40-watter man Where my Guatemalans? We good? [Verse 1 - Daniel Son] Making mean runs These people never seen none like mean Young cold hearted Dr. Freeze son Ranks in the Sequoia and the truck is green Stolen keys, sippin rum Son I'm f**in lean Polo lounge be the summer scene 200 for the jeans Man skiing on the f**ing sleeve Woke up from a hundred dreams Four nightmares My girl making sure that the gun is clean 40 ounces spillin liquor on the concrete Wars over sellers pitching on the wrong street Cops want me sittin for a long set Seen em taking pictures out the tinted Yukon Jeep Never not speaking in codes Jack boys wanna leave me with holes Take my money, bleed in the road Smoke heavy while the beat is composed Moonshine chemist, dreams of the stove Let me wake you up [Talking - Daniel Son] There's no tellin man I might be Hilfigered down to the ground With those Iversons, bro [Hook x2] I learned the keys to success because I failed young Beef we bring it to your door like when the mail come He was driving the Beamer but then the tail spun I shot the back tire with a nailgun [Verse 2 - Daniel Son] Thought I was good before, but now I'm way better Iversons, rock the Philly shell like I'm Mayweather Sonsarelli like a legend in the making b**hes say my essence is amazing Beverages are aging, stay connected with the Asians Louis Vietnam with the package at the yacht dock Put the blade right through your stomach, caught the soft spot Caution tape, line the corner, someone got shot A mother lost her son, a shooter lost his gun You ain't seen me in some months, probably on the run Smoke so many blunts, abusive to my lungs This girl she on the molly, got her chewin on her tongue She like Uma Thurman, she would catch a body Waiting at that red light, sitting on a Kawasaki Take a shot of saki, wash the shrimp back I'm a pimp like Slick back, remember that You could probably find me where the nice weather's at Or at the horse races, I just f**ed up seven stacks [Talking - Daniel Son] It's nothing I'll get it back I've been tryin to live drama free these days Obviously I failed at that My phone blowing up, it's no good!