CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : BACK 2 BACK
Intro:
Oh man
Oh man, not again
I'm under par
Hole 18
Like a vegan you can see I'm on the green
I got the Master's jacket dripped over Supreme
That's too much power, you can't get this kind of tee
Bro yo sh*t a flop
And mines a bop
Just like this chip shot
The bodies bouta drop
The f**king 'long-bomber'
Your words ain't packing punches
Cause I'll turn Arnold Palmer into Archie Bunker
This Driver here's a Thumper
It's shooting straight bombs
I know I was a convict and that's word to Akon
This sh*t here a straight shot
Beating me? Afraid not
You call yourself the king? I saw you lose like eight times
Like that boy from Akron
Bronny, I know it's pronounced "Ack-rin"
I thought its only fitting for n***as who like acting
I'm past him
Yo b*t*h is submissive I got her tapping
This Glock came with a silencer on it, need closed captions
I wait a full week and you wrote that trash
I bet your praying to God you could take that back
I'm not sure who it was that told you, you could rap
But you should cut that n***a off and never give him daps (I mean, woah)
Got a little drive and you will go far
But is that yo car, or your girl's car?
Nevermind, I don't wanna open up the scar
You think I'm signed up to a gym the way I raise the bar, yeah
Sonny Liston, Bad Boy Pistons n***a, yeah
Look at my body, I'm built different n***a
I'm not the type of n***a known for missing n***a
I saw yo girl on Tinder, get the picture n***a (woah)
She dont want you Arnie when your strokes off
Tiger Woods gon have to f**k raw
And imma sink another putt, another putt
That Arnold Palmer tastes like f**king YUCK (woah)
Oh man
Oh man, not again
I'm under par
Hole 18
Like a vegan you can see I'm on the green
I got the Master's jacket dripped over Supreme
That's too much power, you can't get this kind of tee
Bro yo sh*t a flop
And mines a bop
Just like this chip shot
The bodies bouta drop
The f**king 'long-bomber'
Your words ain't packing punches
Cause I'll turn Arnold Palmer into Archie Bunker
This Driver here's a Thumper
It's shooting straight bombs
I know I was a convict and that's word to Akon
This sh*t here a straight shot
Beating me? Afraid not
You call yourself the king? I saw you lose like eight times
Like that boy from Akron
Bronny, I know it's pronounced "Ack-rin"
I thought its only fitting for n***as who like acting
I'm past him
Yo b*t*h is submissive I got her tapping
This Glock came with a silencer on it, need closed captions
I wait a full week and you wrote that trash
I bet your praying to God you could take that back
I'm not sure who it was that told you, you could rap
But you should cut that n***a off and never give him daps (I mean, woah)
Got a little drive and you will go far
But is that yo car, or your girl's car?
Nevermind, I don't wanna open up the scar
You think I'm signed up to a gym the way I raise the bar, yeah
Sonny Liston, Bad Boy Pistons n***a, yeah
Look at my body, I'm built different n***a
I'm not the type of n***a known for missing n***a
I saw yo girl on Tinder, get the picture n***a (woah)
She dont want you Arnie when your strokes off
Tiger Woods gon have to f**k raw
And imma sink another putt, another putt
That Arnold Palmer tastes like f**king YUCK (woah)
