GrimeyFinesse - goons (feat. BSK Say, S9 & EJmann)

Chase a nigga, until he come up out his shoes, I'm a savage nigga
My young nigga, they some goons, if I run up in your shit, you best believe I got a tool
I keep a Mack, nigga, and you just walkin' like you cool
Chase a nigga until he come up out his shoes, I'm a savage nigga
My young nigga, they some goons, if I run up in your shit, you best believe I got a tool
I keep a Mack, nigga, and you just walkin' like you cool
Take that nigga shoes, yeah aight hate feelin' the heat
Bring a Glock to the blower, nigga can't feel his feet
Boot him out the Ops and make it pop, make a Fred Lai beat
His body droppin', make him flop, nigga, pay that fee
Ops want smoke, but they ain't know it was over me
Nigga tried to use my mood, but he ain't cut like me
Bitches knew I was different, I was like a OG
Lotta niggas that heard my name, yeah, y'all know me
Bring my Glock to the function, yeah, that was OP
Lotta niggas that was talkin', you don't even know me
If I catch you lackin', yeah, I'ma take you off your feet
Bitches in the cut, yeah, they can't get off their feet
Pull up in a Glock and make it hot, nigga, double beat
Damn, that's a double beat
That one nigga said somethin' stupid, I brought double heats
Oh, shit, wow
Damn, I threw my double heats and put some in the T
If a nigga wanna pound me, I put him on the T
And I ain't playin' with a nigga, the nigga's bitchin' me
Damn
I tried to fuck that one bitch, but she had a smooth back
Damn, I couldn't do that one
Damn, that one girl tried to break my heart
I'm not bitchin', nigga, you don't know me
Fuck the Stinc Team
For real
Bought her a pink Gucci lace, she don't know how to act
My lil' niggas made a song, they don't know how to rap
Your mans died, you a bitch, you put down your flag
My mans die, I'ma spray the whole 50, mag
Niggas threaten to shoot me, but they was showin' love
Niggas mad, I start sellin' cause they ain't gettin' funds
How the fuck you got a gun, but you still can run
If you really want my head, why you ain't take it off
If you was really about your money, how you take a loss
I did this shit by myself I'm a self-made boss
I put all my niggas on so they can't say shit
My lil' bitch ass is so fat, I had to spank it
How the fuck is you a crip and a blood? You ain't the game, bitch
How the fuck am I not in the street? Niggas know my name, bitch
I was sellin' everything, niggas tryna say I'm faking
How the fuck is it cap? You better ask my nigga Raymond
556, man, that shit really hit your brain
I don't give a fuck, I'll turn your ass to a stain
Keep my name out your fuckin' mouth if you care about life
These bitches is so trife

Written by:
ruo m

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