Elvy9th - Black&Gold Lyrics

Mic check, one, two, three, to the four
Let them little baddies come in through the door
My, oh my god, she say she want

Little freaky-deaky, hella hungry for the sticky-icky in her rectum
Oh shit, I think she wants some loving
She planted it in her tummy, homie, heart aching for the money
And she keeps saying forever and always, baby

I'm a loser, I'm a stoner, I'm a sinner
Confused, what the f*ck is this gonna do for me
In a future where I can't be myself
My surface, my alter ego crying out for help

Really, I'm just money hungry for this shit
It don't take no common sense to see I'm the illest thing to manifest
From the depths of the lower valley
Got my team around me

I collect all the IGs and Snapchats
She snap back as soon as I reply
Can't step back, all you hear is neck snapping, lip smack
She stay hella mad, is the music on me

Baby, don't bother to see the bigger goal
Black and gold on my tombstone
Black and gold on my threads
Black and gold everywhere I go

It's the goal, never done before
On this side, we stay high
Manifest the jet lag, work hard to get live
Mic check, one, two, three to the four

Let them little baddies come in through the door
My, oh my god, she say she want
Little freaky deaky, hella hungry for the sticky icky in her rectum
Oh shit, I think she wants some loving

See you planted in her tummy, homie
Heart aching for the money
She keeps it forever and always, baby
Light it up like it's a fire

To my words, they feel inspired
Lazy with the flow
Flow better when I'm tired
To the women that I met

They know I keep it gold
Cause I'm romantic like that
Keep scoring many goals
Cause it's two and I'm in duice

Middle finger up your lose
And my team stays flowing like we're chilling on a cruise
Quit stalling, show the brew
Cabin fever got that flu

When I show up on the news, everybody yelling (true)
Now let me take up all your time
Came in sour like a lime
She said I was divine

I called that intervention
I put her on my did list
She got me on her hit list
But all I get is misses Miss

Calls from these bitches
My phone's on silent
Don't bother when I'm vibing
It's that black and gold

C.Y. and Mijo
Make her do the Kaepernick
She be on one in hoe
Cause I got those metal parts

Black liquor like it's oil
Bury all these haters
Watch them turn into my soil
Let 'em

Mic check
One, two, three to the four
Let them little baddies come in through the door
My, oh my god

She say she on
Little freaky dinky
How the hungry put the sticky icky in her rectum
Oh shit, I think

She wants some loving
She planted it in her tummy
Homie, heart aching for the money
She keeps saying forever and always, baby