RZE Gold - GOON SQUAD

Yeah
Yeah
Aye!
Aye!
Word to your mother the jig is up
How many fables you living up
Don't hit me on Twitter if you talking tough
Carry you to the dirt like a Tonka truck
I been the reason you ain't enough
Part of the game, I'm just loading up
Part of my flame baking beats 'til it's crust
I'm making a killing, my bank got me floating up
I took the money route
Money in hand ass n****s don't know what we talking 'bout
I'm the one she be talking 'bout
You unplanned ass n****s mistaking words from my mouth
99 Overall clearing this drought
I got 100's of bitches you don't know about
Plenty of 10's, too many 100's
I'm counting this money fuck out my house

Heh, what is my name
(RAYN!) Pull up to the circle I feel like I'm Dame
Cash money in showers, you still play 2K
You gon' see a star right next to my name
How many classics you got on your name
Can't even recall the last time that you gained
Put on for your family, your city I claim
Ahead of my game, now your head in a frame
Yeah

These chains on me bringing the pressure
My diamonds been flawless
My rubies cut out from the Jeweler
One song from me is enough to break off your career
Then carelessly cop a Franck Muller
I might just pull up with nonchalant n****s who itching
To roll up with choppas' and Rugers
I move on your bitch, can you get out my way
I'ma ball her then ball up my fists like I'm Luda
Rapping and hooping and rapping and hooping
You ain't balling for nothing so what are you doing
You claim you got shooters, no range on your rulers
Next time you come through I'ma show you My toolies
No space in my jams, my squad full of goons
See me soar like a hawk, bring the Legion of Boom
I'ma spark up a riot if they turn on these tunes
Every bar is a kill shot if they gas up these Fumes

My bars got no peak, I'ma climb to the highest
Gas up my petal, I'm screeching my tires I

Written by:
Lineal Powell

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