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Goop Wolf Flow
SSG Splurge
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Fuckin' his bitch, he mad at me
Really been chillin', I ain't missin' out on shit
They know I shoot, throw that bag at me
Ten racks quick, get a nigga ass flipped
Water, I got this shit off a ship
On my daughters, I'll shoot this bitch off a hip
Shit, regardless, I'll shoot this bitch out from here
Threw the wrap on the coupe like Three Musketeers
Red light, green light, musical chairs
Double SG, we the bad news bearers
Might buy her a wig, I been grabbin' her hair
All white in this bitch like a rabbit in here
Too up to get to me, need you some stairs
I got Glizzy's, you lil' niggas need you security
I ain't payin' nobody for protection, you hear me?
But I'll shoot every bullet in this bitch if I'm wary
Nigga shakin' in his boots, I can tell he scary
I done bought all the drank, so I know it's been scarce
I been rockin' big stones since my ears been pierced
I been promoting violence, peer-pressure my peers
Goopiest Wolf, move like me, need to open a book
Harder they hit by the closer you look
I sent a bitch to the coast with a cook
She treat the pot like a roast while she cook it
I'm in the trap with the roaches and stuff
What typa birds? I got chickens and doves
Hand got that stank, I can't give you a hug
Hang a lil' bitch, tried to play with my money
Fuck with they son, let's go hit up the club
Heard he ain't know what to do with them onions
Percocet too, and I'm full of that mudd
Don't need no bitch, I'll be cool with my cup
Fuck with that drank, I been needin' that love
You get a pack, you better beat it right up
Play with this shit, we leave blood in yo' rugs
Ask him do he wanna shoot, he shrugged, like, "Fuck 'em"
We in the strip with ten guns, we clutchin'
You know I'm smoke king
Get a nigga killed by a dope feign for a McDouble or something
Soon as that door ring, there go a hunnid
Soon as that door swing, shoot 'em in public
Percocet OD'll play with her conscience
Choppa that's on me'll sing like Ashanti
I got some shit that'll fight all yo' punches
I got some shit that'll leave you on crutches
I got some shit that'll stop all that nonsense
He tried to play now that whole crib haunted
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