Top Golf

[Verse]

Who the kushest? Who the orangest?

Who got pounds? Who got flowers like a florist?

Champagne, a hundred girls where my floor is

Taylor Gang the whole world, we explored it

High performance supersport shit

Get the beat, don't write it down, just record it

Go to sleep drunk, wake and bake in the morning

Since high school I had P's so I had court dates

Never running out of tree there's more on the way

Balenciaga and Chrome fill up my closet space

"Khalifa Man been in his bag," that's what the people say

Louis duffel fillеd with something that'll get a regular nigga in troublе

Car filled with muscle

Same gang, tatted on my hand heavy hustle

A little kush, that's the missing piece to the puzzle

Bring the orange juice in, now we doing something

Probably on the road for the next twelve months

From the next city away they could smell us

[Outro]

Who the kushest? Who the orangest?

Whose passports tatted up like a tourist?

Who did it once but then got plenty more, bitch?