Big Goddo Flaco - After You

Man, shit. Motherfuckers don't know how to act these days, for real
You pussies don't know how to talk to motherfuckers, man
Really got me fucked up
Haha
Goddo
Watch who you talking to

My killers catch attitudes, stalk and they follow you
No, I'm not mad at you. They just do what they told, by showing me gratitude
I won't pop up and scrap with you. I pull up, send shots, Grim reaper come after you
This stick a steamroller, I'm bulldozing avenues

Run to your hood, just know I'll come after you
Watch who you talking to

My killers catch attitudes, stalk and they follow you
No, I'm not mad at you. They just do what they told, by showing me gratitude
I won't pop up and scrap with you. I pull up, send shots, Grim reaper come after you
This stick a steamroller, I'm bulldozing avenues

Run to your hood, just know I'll come after you
Kidnap and capture you

Got him that morning, he died by the afternoon
His family got struck by the sad news
When they found out, he was struck by some garden tools
He was found on this avenue, legs missing and his caddy too

Shouldn't have hopped on live, trying to act a fool
Died the same day, how practical
Stick with me, this a magic show
If I got Timb's on, I'm tic-tac-ing toes

Chinchilla on me, pimp slapping hoes
Keep your trap closed, before I go back to kicking back doors
Keep the mac close, cause for the cheese, they'll rat for sure
Tell the judge and jury, suck a plátano

They heard the Goddo once, they'll be back for more
Watch who you talking to

My killers catch attitudes, stalk and they follow you
No, I'm not mad at you. They just do what they told, by showing me gratitude
I won't pop up and scrap with you. I pull up, send shots, Grim reaper come after you
This stick a steamroller, I'm bulldozing avenues

Run to your hood, just know I'll come after you
Watch who you talking to

My killers catch attitudes, stalk and they follow you
No, I'm not mad at you. They just do what they told, by showing me gratitude
I won't pop up and scrap with you. I pull up, send shots, Grim reaper come after you
This stick a steamroller, I'm bulldozing avenues

Run to your hood, just know I'll come after you
Kidnap and torture you

The wake was this morning, he was buried this afternoon
His family had to sell tamales to pay for his burial
Just hope your fate doesn't carry over, could've swore it was over
Till I turn this gang into organ donors

I send the swarm of soldiers till your fort, it's folded
I like old money, cheese a wee bit moldy
A chunky 40, yeah, keep it on me
Don't be sleeping on me, cause I'll creep up on you

Keep your peepers open, you know jeepers, don't you?
I'll skin your ass and make some sneakers out you
My flow dope, I'll bring the tweaker out you
My name in your mouth, you ought to keep it out you

It'd be a damn shame if your kids got a fucking be without you
Think about it
Watch who you talking to

My killers catch attitudes, stalk and they follow you
No, I'm not mad at you. They just do what they told, by showing me gratitude
I won't pop up and scrap with you. I pull up, send shots, Grim reaper come after you
This stick a steamroller, I'm bulldozing avenues

Run to your hood, just know I'll come after you
Watch who you talking to

My killers catch attitudes, stalk and they follow you
No, I'm not mad at you. They just do what they told, by showing me gratitude
I won't pop up and scrap with you. I pull up, send shots, Grim reaper come after you
This stick a steamroller, I'm bulldozing avenues

Run to your hood, just know I'll come after you

Written by:
Tristan Gomez

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