Mari Da Goat - Gulag

We gon send bro to the Gulag
Big .45 it's gon blow off his durag
They was like "bro why you do that"
Man I had to turn bro to a new pack
On the keyboard, lil bro was straight caps locked
I'm a geek had to test out my new mac
We pull up with some shit off of Black Ops-
Uh, straight off the top of the head
It's Mari Da Goat, knock you off for the bread
Pull up with them clippers and chop off his dreads
I hit him close range so my bottoms was red
Bounce out with that pump, pump an op full of lead
Lil bro gotta hop he got shot in the leg
I'm clutching that glock better watch where you tread
I won't miss no shots cause my glock infared
Bitch I been carrying the game and my shoulders hurt
Ima pull up to yo block just to go berserk
Bitch I'm a demon, you scared better go to church
I'm the most ignorant nigga to roam the earth
Shells in my glock they all filled with the goated curse
Last time I let this bitch blow got yo homie merc'ed
I just put bro in a wood and he on a shirt
The funeral home on yo block getting overworked
Smoke him or his bro, it really depends
He ducked all the shots, we hit up his friends
He crying, he pleading, he wish it was him
But don't worry bitch cause we spinning again
I'm gripping my blick with malicious intentions
Big stick with a kick and the clip is extended
This bitch get to ripping, unclench from yo living
And they gon need chopsticks to pick up his remnants
We gon send bro to the Gulag
Big .45 it's gon blow off his durag
They was like "bro why you do that"
Man I had to turn bro to a new pack
On the keyboard, lil bro was straight caps locked
I'm a geek had to test out my new mac
We pull up with some shit off of Black Ops
Pack a punch in my glock, you get blew back

Written by:
Jamari Fields

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