Goofies
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Ayy, look at who they call gang (Who?)
Niggas goofy than a bitch, dawg
Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?)
Must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?
Prayin' on my downfall (Why?)
Sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now (Sick as hell 'cause I'm lit)
Still screaming, "Fuck rap" (Why?)
Change the country for the hip-hop
Man, I'm walkin' in with gang
Shut this down like Rayful did, don't play with his
These racks like baby kids
Key in the whip like Dae Dae, bitch
Fuck your Lamb', in a straight-eight, bitch
Fuck your ho, one day with that bitch
Walk in, steal the show, know you hate that shit
Let me grab 10K 'fore they play my shit
Beats to the East, rappin' on these damn streets
I heard niggas keepin' peace
I heard niggas eatin' the fruits
Know I got a girl, ain't no sleep in a week
This shit light, got eight G's on me
Hunches freezin' the piece
Tell 'em to freeze, please, we gone, we out
I hope niggas holdin' me down
This money ain't foldin' up, clown
Too much drip, this lil' bitty bitch gon' drown
That lil' boy shit out of style
She callin' me foul, but how? She keepin' a child
I just jumped deep in the crowd
Turnt up with 'em, touch my piece, you will die
Givin' her praise to Allah
Iced up baby, Wocky in my baba
Horrid thuggin', sticks when we in here clubbin'
Rich nigga shit, don't touch it, this shit bussin'
Ice my teeth, my puffy
Pay the most foreign in Kentucky
Dick got Chucky
Nigga wanna play, then we thumpin'
Spot on fire, it's jumpin'
Say she love me, really just tryna get lucky
'Cause she know a nigga get money
Ayy, look at who they call gang (Gang)
Niggas goofy than a bitch, dawg
Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?)
Must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?
Prayin' on my downfall (Why?)
Sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now (Sick as hell 'cause I'm lit)
Still screaming, "Fuck rap" (Fuck 'em)
Change the country for the hip-hop
Change the country for the hip-hop)
Old niggas with no figures, I don't
Care about who you used to be (No, no)
Quarter milli in GBP, that's three-forty in USD
That's ten mill' in this USB, turn coke stone like USG
And usually, they ain't using me
But I let it slide, they ain't using T
Lamb' truck with a shank tucked, this ain't
Cheap meat that you're eatin', bitch (No)
Private jet, I'm leavin' quick, it's still
Brickin', I need a brick (I need a brick)
Got choppers out when they stop us now, these
Pussy pigs won't leave the kid (Baow, baow)
They found a stick in my nigga's whip
With a silencer and a full clip (Grrah)
How you turn an AK into a Draco? I need to know right now (How?)
I got one, but don't use it 'cause it's too big when I ride out
It's an old one and it's wooden (It's wooden)
You hoe, you said that you wouldn't (Said you wouldn't)
Do all of this hatin' shit and come tell my girl who's a woman (Bitch)
Now I'm on the phone to my stylist like, "How you
Live? I need another bag" (What you talkin' 'bout?)
She proper mad like, "Damn, bro, you
Got caught again with another slag"
I gotta stop with this cheatin' shit (Stop, you know that)
I got a Scorpio, not the fruity one, yo, this gun got a nina clip
Ayy, look at who they call gang (Gang)
Niggas goofy than a bitch, dawg
Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?)
Must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?
Prayin' on my downfall (Why?)
Sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now (Sick as hell 'cause I'm lit)
Still screaming, "Fuck rap" (Fuck 'em)
Change the country for the hip-hop
Change the country for the hip-hop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck rap
Change the country for the hip-hop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Change the country for the hip-hop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Change the country for the hip-hop