Shy Goon - Filo

Bosses don't speak much
Trust the process we gon' eat bruh
It's not an option, its just 'we' bruh

And she like weed bruh
More same in this bitch
Rap need a re-up
Rap need to free up
I ain't interested in what you be doing 3 much
Bitch I be goonie jesus
Evaluating weaknesses, I speak this shit
With geeces lit
You gotta piece it like sum Reese's shit
Leave 'em dirty, dirty, stain 'em like im Smokepurpp
I don't even know what strain I wanna smoke first
The top amazing, the brain is not earth
I got this shit, the game is on my turf
We pop ya, drop your shit
Then move on the next spot, pop some shit
I mean its regular, my word's bonded like it's molecular
Oh it's just bitch blowing up my cellular

Oh you wanna rap like me?
I mean I just, like to express myself
I do the best I can, verbally

Have you heard of me
The shy guy that grew up round here, C.T.
King 'round the mountain out here, it's just me
5 Rounds I'm going knock out, I bust teeth
Get em fast, money bags
You be talking, in that stand
Ginger dawg, hit a drag
Fuck her doggy, couldn't stand
Talking properly, with my mans
Off the lot, spinning fast
Ocelot, on her bag
That's an awful lot of Jameson you shouldn't sip it fast
Power point, word to mans
Imma light up a cigar with the good weed in that
Get this shit up out your car if you not speeding that
Feet'll hit the floor and I get higher than a space ship
Meet alot of bros and most of them just wanna take shit
Debating, when it be right time to break it
Faking, I aint' tell a soul what be I thinking
'Cus nobody is safe, bitch

Written by:
John Stefanopoulos

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