wish everything I touch would turn to goldNLE, you heard

mama (Dear mama)I know I put you through so much

NLE pain, I can feel it (Yeah)This pain, I

Intro(Perfect)Chorus-These bullets clap the n***a said what he said so we

woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woahYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah,

wish everything I touch would turn to goldNLE, you heard

that shit up TnTI'ma turn this hoe up big dawgI'ma

NLE NLE ridin' with some goblins (With some

right there, put the pole to a n***a dome (skrrrr)

up that do’ (Brrt)When he walk out that hoePut the

in my lap, Glock in the trapMac 10, .40 and

they like how I creepHunnid some shots, we gon' make

Mvjor)(Iceberg want a bag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

n***a, I'm still trippin’, still grippin’Purple rag on me, still

Kyle Richh & NLE is we fuckin' or what?

the reverb down a lil' bitI'ma call this bitch the

Holly don't need, your wasted loveAll this time you

di "WE ON EM" ft. NLE lil' bih,

NLE Top ShottaBaby Mexico ChoppaYeah, what we on, Blueface?

Datboydionis didn't do I don't want it)(Run it by