Hit-Boy - Goldie Remix lyrics

[STaTiiX: Verse 1] I said it must BEEEEE cuz a rapper got flows Any ba*tard talking smack, I'm smashing in his nose Known for slashing throats and throwing hoes in open caskets Think you rolling past me? I'll make your a** blow a gasket All my brothers grim, come chill within the blunt smoke I'm crashing your tower and rescuing Rapunzel I'm unbearable and spit like a smoking Glock King Midas Flow, I got this sh** on Goldilock Always been a cheater in this game of life I'll take your dice and snatch your spinner if the stakes are high No matter, my flow patterns are so dapper sh**ting on you, no crapper, roast rappers With a bunsen burner, I stunt your learning, these c*nts Get murdered, I'm the top dog, you a munchkin furter Crunching vertebrates, got that Gotti swag I ain't talking Murder Inc, but more like body-bagging And toe-tagging these rappers, I'm the damn antagonist I stand ravenous, dismantle all challengers I'm the catalyst causing these cataclysms Doing damage with writtens when I smash your swagger to bits I'm so fly when it comes to penmanship I'll hit the nuggets till I kick the bucket, took your b**h Pulled out her breasts and f**ed em, then she nibbled on my chicken strip Fry you little b**hes, no Kentucky [ASAP Rocky: Hook] I said it must be, cause a n***a got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a n***a name on they toes n***as talk sh** 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til sh** pop off [STaTiiX: Verse 2] I'm all about them golden (bars), homie I'm a rover (mars) Don't rock loafers, don't got chauffeurs, but I'll leave ya jaw On the floor and rip your throat apart, I go for hearts I need a replacement, mine is frozen, X-ray it You can see a f**ing glacier, I'm x-rated In the way I lay these bars, (Winning) k** and ravage Leaving beats in turmoil, I see you haters tryna strong-arm This is gym cla**, you need some shoulder curls All my b**hes been bad, your chicks are like the Golden Girls I'll leave your block full of craters, Armstrong Balling on that wizard sh**, no Harlem Pardon my wording, flow sharper than "Gilette" And the sound so Sterling ... No Archer But I'll smoke the dutches till I'm laying in a coffin Hotboxing the sarcophagus, making the dead all walk again So gimme opulence or take this co*k in your esophagus I stay up on that green, call me an herbivore These dirty who*es get canceled, Jersey Shore We gon' have a situation if you're hating Leave you kissing the pavement, or taking fists to the face, b**h Erasing all these number 2's, cuz I'm the sh** I'm not Hopsin so I'll tell a b**h to ride my dick f*ggots mad cuz I'm puffing on the dankest grams Raw with the smackdown, pop rocks at your candy a** [Hook]