Golden Child Lyrics – Lil Durk

[Intro]
Turn me up, YC!
Smurk! Smurk!
Red Dead!
I'm so f**king bumping, bruh!
Hitmaka! Yeah!

[Verse: 1]
I share clothes with killers (Let's get it)
Who shot? I don't remember, Yeah
That b!tch off coke, remember? (Let's get it)
F**k hoes to Bryson Tiller (Yeah, yeah)
Make freak hoes bite the pillow (Let's get it)
I cut coke for dealers (I cut coke)
If he got more bodies than you
You can't lil' bro the n!gga, Yeah
You hustle bags to feed the plug
Then why you poked the n!gga?, Yeah
If you got power with that Tommy
You can ghost a n!gga, Yeah
I f**k a b!tch, her pu**y dry
I might use lotion with her, Yeah
Live by the gun, you dying by it
Them n!ggas ain't coaching n!ggas
I really got left for noodles (Noodles)
Know a pit who was born a poodle (Let's get it)
That sh!t wouldn't move then poot her
That sh!t do feel like voodoo (Let's get it)
You say you got good gas, that sh!t be doo-doo
That sh!t foo-foo
Feds cracked the case with that sh!t on YouTube
Told an old head fresh out of jail
This sh!t right here he ain't used to (Let's get it)
Young n!ggas coo-coo-, hit 'em
That b!tch go roo-roo
I'm talking 'bout Dracs and switches
B!tch, I ain't paying for kisses
I'm ahk but I love the Christians
I know an ahk who f**k with Christmas

[Interlude]
Keep that
Keep all that
But uh, that MAC
You know like
Man, what?

[Verse: 2]
I bought my Lamb' with cash
That boy dead, I'm glad
I don't speak tongues period
I don't f**k with Vlad
In New York, I dress like Fab
Too rich to jump in cabs
Sip drank, I don't f**k with dab
She nosey, close the tab, Yeah
I'm Smurk, I'm a golden child, Yeah
I'm a street n!gga, eat at Tao, Yeah
Hundred mill', I'ma throw in the towel, Yeah
I made eight bricks, still in style, Yeah
Got a Apex, cover the tower, Yeah
Make a top b!tch come to the law, Yeah
If she quiet, then f**k her loud
Got gas, don't f**k with mild

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah