Pass my gas to the priest
Woke up in the morning with a bitch on fleek
Fleek, who the fuck you trynna out fleek
Told myself i'm gone peek, peek
Devil trynna piss on my life, shit
On the ground he trynna glue my feet
Peekaboo look at you,
Look at me bitch,
Now I got to look at all my missed calls shit
Breath in my poison like anthrax
Will you ever love me, I doubt that
Back to Dublin where all these bitches at
I don't want money bitch I just want facts
Fed up of talking I'm fed up of promises
You quantity over quality facts
Who the fuck you trynna outsmart
Lil boy like you think Le Goldmane fucking stupid
I saw a lot of motherfuckers like you
All you need is a motherfucking boot bitch
I saw a lot of fuckin smoke in the booth
Not from the gas but the shit that I proved
Le Goldmane one of the best bitch
Tell me that I ain't got proof, yah
Le Goldmane one of the best bitch
And bitch tell me that I ain't got proof
Motherfuckers look in the booth, look at my catalogue
That's my discography lil bitch you gone spoof
Pass my gas to the priest
Woke up in the morning with a bitch on fleek
Fleek, who the fuck you trynna out fleek
Told myself i'm gone peek, peek
Devil trynna piss on my life, shit
On the ground he trynna glue my feet
Peekaboo look at you,
Look at me bitch,
Now I got to look at all my missed calls shit
Breath in my poison like anthrax
Will you ever love me, I doubt that