GOONS
Yung Drops
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I’m back Same route Back out No, it’s not a safe house No, it’s not a safe house You gotta vacate now I am with the goons Don’t know what to say now I don’t know what to say We don’t come out here to play I hate getting criticised That’s why I be catching ways My molly popped her, then she see demons everywhere But she be at my show, we’re the only two demons there Oooooh Yea, I don’t what to say Please don’t blow that weed out in my face She said that my goons made her feel some way And we got some shit that make you feel no ways I got a couple of people who shoot for me Leave you, nobody know where you at Yea, I’m done fucking with millions When it’s other way round, man, those people won’t wanna pay you back I been outside, TT Double R’s and the PP’s Tinted windows, you can’t see I’m with the slatties, in the city Goons in the cut, and this shit getting gritty, my boy I am the shit And things getting busy, I’m saying that shit's getting busy, my boy They don’t wanna see me They treat me like Ye, tryna ultralight beam me I'm leaving this shit, and they all coming with me I got it and doubled it, shit looking easy They tryna talk peace but they cannot please me These bitches are lame and they gotta go I'm standing right beside the door Tryna get me right up out my zone Girl, leave me alone Bypass girls, don't leave me alone Made money off these songs I wrote Cause she said she don't love me on my phone I’m back Same route Back out No, it’s not a safe house No, it’s not a safe house You gotta vacate now I am with the goons Don’t know what to say now Choppa round the hand like a tycoon I made a couple big bags off my iTunes Next year vision, got it bad like I'm Michael Goons by my side, open the doors, suicidal Oh, that must be a goon from Gooney Island, I guess Turn my headphones up All my goons out here really shooting for me If I ever met Metro, he'd be Boomin' for me Shit, you gave my goons head, bitch, do that to me Yea, she clapped, relax Gotta collect the bitch like a cheque, how'd you do it like that I was lacking, I’m back on, I’m back on I put in these trackies I trap on the track, now I’m back on This bitch, always telling me these lies, I told her to go put ya cap on, bitch Don't walk on my face Think I caught my case Glove be fitting like OJ I been rapping like my old days J got 21 hoes, all weirdoes T been trolling, don't fall, my brothers House on the lake, 24 my brothers Split 24 for all my gunners Pull the Mac out, put the tak in I’m tapping, they passing me, try to tap into my (Woo) I told her to wait a minute, put the racks in She got the audacity to say I’m lacking, yea Too many cars, too many too Too many flaws I fix Too many flips, I flip too Too many calls to pick Kicking your shit, jujitsu Spending like nineteen racks on her, she out here calling me sick too Machine gun raps made all my goons go doo doo Yea, uh, where you at? All these fake ones with me, where the real ones at? She wanna f*ck up with me, bitch, send your @ I don't do no small talk, I don't do chit chat Yessir, I'm back
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