Ca$h Tre - Same Goals (feat. Gonzy)

(Yo, YFxlls, play that shit)
Hit my Woo like I'm Pop (Woo!)
If it's Smoke, anything goes
Get my dawgs off the block
Me and squad got the same goals
It's just us at the top
Ate me up for some bangles, but she want her a rock
I could never get tangled, do she love me or not?
In a 28 doing 90
You either in the way or beside me
Hella niggas fake, keep a shotty
Turn the Chevrolet to a Gatti
We going up, put the blame on me
Shawty showing up, then she rain on me
Heard you showing love, but you ain't homie
We going dumb till the tank on E
My shooter on the right in case somebody do me wrong, aye
I need a hunnit thou in my account, it's been too long, aye
I told lil mama suck me off, I had a long day
Niggas on my jock, but used to hate me in the hallway
Like a broke Xbox, I don't play
Tryna stack bills up, no Chauncey
Need a H-Town shawty like Yoncé
Lil bad vibe, she saucy
They drew that line and I crossed it
Going strong, ain't even exhausted
I took too much, I'm nauseous
Where is my mind? I lost it
I done lost it
I'm too toxic
I'm feeling nauseous
Where is my mind? I lost it
I done lost it
I done lost it
I done lost it
Hit my Woo like I'm Pop
If it's Smoke, anything goes
Get my bros off the block
Me and squad got the same goals
Only us at the top
Ate me up for a bankroll, but she wanted a rock
I could never get tangled, do she love me or not?
In a 28 doing 90
You can see my dawgs right behind me
Keep a tool, I can't be a body
Switch up the Benz for a 'Rarri
When you go up, please put the rain on me
She wanna feel like a part of me
Say you showing love, but you ain't homie
We going dumb till the tank on E
Everywhere I go, gotta watch my back, they tryna frame me
Got a way of thinking bout this life of being famous
Gotta let my family eat
Can't be in danger
She asked, "Remember me?"
I don't speak to strangers
See that Benz, I want it, I got it
She like how I ride, wanna get inside
None of my dawgs gon' play none bout it
See some smoke, we finna slide
Stabbed in the back too many times
Bitch, I go crazy all over mine
Pussy be talking way too much online
And I got a stick and my boy know to drive
Check the oven 'cause the bread keep rising
Shoot him in the back, a PP Bizon
I just left your lil bitch house, she crying
Told her I love her, but she know I'm lying
Said she never wanna go without me
Told her I got way too much around me
I got too much around me, yeah
Can't fuck with them cause they doubted, yeah
Can't fuck with them cause they doubted, yeah
Yeah
Hit my Woo like I'm Pop
Hit my Woo like I'm Pop
Hit my Woo like I'm Pop (Woo!)
If it's Smoke, anything goes
Get my dawgs off the block
Me and squad got the same goals
It's just us at the top
Ate me up for some bangles, but she want her a rock
I could never get tangled, do she love me or not?
In a 28 doing 90
You either in the way or beside me
Hella niggas fake, keep a shotty
Turn the Chevrolet to a Gatti
We going up, put the blame on me
Shawty showing up, then she rain on me
Heard you showing love, but you ain't homie
We going dumb till the tank on E

Written by:
Elian Gonzalez, Tre' Thompson

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