Kitesurfing Melkbos

There they go, topside, there they go There they go, bands, there they go There they go, gangsters, there they go Why your neck green? Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold There they go, broke ass niggas Hatin' ass bitches, how you hatin' a tuk-tuk? You a cut-cut, mm, got no vision I'm still spendin', cause I'm that nigga Me and my gang, gang, four, the whole damn cake Nigga, give me a slice I hate where you came from, you snitch It be a whole city of mice I thank God for all the blessings And the real niggas in life A hater would go set Twitter on fire Whenever real niggas is right Things that I don't need in my life Man, that's too pink to be Sprite Trap ----, I drink lean every night I be listenin' to Reason, he the reason I smoke trees and I bleed on the mic See me now? When I was sixteen, I was right Every night, I was spittin' sixteens by the light You were prayin' for a job, I was prayin' for the mob Now we here countin' money, yeah, we never count it out Told Pops, if you need a couple racks, just shout We're cleanin' them out, no doubt King-size bed from a couch, eh Nasty CSA, bitches, they gon' tag for the clout I'm a fine-ass nigga from the South Diamonds, whole lotta carrots in the mouth Oh, man, there they go Topside, there they go There they go Bangs, there they go There they go Gangsters, there they go Why your neck green? Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold There they go Broke-ass niggas Hatin' ass bitches How you hatin' a tuk-tuk? You a cut-cut, mm, got no vision I'm still spendin' Cause I'm that nigga D'Angelo, Belusa