GOOFY (feat. Summrs) - GOONIE

You gotta let me know what's up with you 'fore I hit your friend Top floor shit, yeah, penthouse shit, yeah, that's just what we in Hop right out of that Beamer, broski hop right out of that Benz None of these bitches know my name, yeah, they just call me Twin Uzis, 'cause they groupies And I don't even want no friends They ruthless, and they clueless I'm just focused on them M's And good music, gettin' to it Niggas always say they gon' spin And don't do it, they so goofy Wanna know what I be in I'm just coolin' with my Ksubi Already know what I'm in White tee, in my Ksubis All the bullshit make me grin It's just funny, you so stupid New G-L-O-C-K's in Can't wait to go use it I don't really think you my speed, but fuck it, that's your problem Nigga still pourin' up that green, and don't know why he nauseous D-R-A-C-O on me, so you better be cautious And I been gettin' to that cheese, straight blue, it's no cottage Got a whole honey bun on me off streams, not college Goddamn, I'm poppin' I just took lil' cuz to the mall, how much we finna spend? You say you miss me and I say I miss you, but really it just depends, so You gotta let me know what's up with you 'fore I hit your friend Top floor shit, yeah, penthouse shit, yeah, that's just what we in Hop right out of that Beamer, broski hop right out of that Benz None of these bitches know my name, yeah, they just call me Twin Uzis, 'cause they groupies And I don't even want no friends They ruthless, and they clueless I'm just focused on them M's And good music, gettin' to it Niggas always say they gon' spin And don't do it, they so goofy Wanna know what I be in I'm just coolin' with my Ksubi Already know what I'm in White tee, in my Ksubis All the bullshit make me grin It's just funny, you so stupid Bought a stick to protect myself At all costs, I'm a boss That stick a wish him well Now he gone, and he lost And they tried to bring him back They gon' fail, so why try? Goddamn, goodbye 'Kay, bool, it's cool If you think that you gon' rob me, nigga Up my tool, yeah Oh shit, I'm on they ass And I'm high off this gas, ha Put your shit in the trash, twin 'Cause you know that shit ass, yeah .41 hit with no flash Sittin' first class, countin' these racks, yeah These niggas be so out sad With no money tryna live too fast Yeah, I'm tryna hit you, you bad But your friend got a lil' bit of- So you gotta let me (know) You gotta let me know what's up with you 'fore I hit your friend Top floor shit, yeah, penthouse shit, yeah, that's just what we in Hop right out of that Beamer, broski hop right out of that Benz None of these bitches know my name, yeah, they just call me Twin Uzis, 'cause they groupies And I don't even want no friends They ruthless, and they clueless I'm just focused on them M's And good music, gettin' to it Niggas always say they gon' spin And don't do it, they so goofy Wanna know what I be in I'm just coolin' with my Ksubi Already know what I'm in White tee, in my Ksubis All the bullshit make me grin It's just funny, you so stupid

Niggas sendin' threats through a text message and shit Tryna send hoes to follow us And fuck on me and every one of my niggas Thought they set a nigga up Like a nigga just stupid or somethin' (haha) Ha Say bitch Them same fingers you used to type that shit, bitch (fah) Make sure (fah, fah) they be the same fingers That squeeze that bitch when you see me (bah) (Fah, bow) Bird business Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me He's a no-show Send my partner to flip your ass To send your ass where you don't wanna go This bitch giving me dumb throat This bitch giving me dumb throat Catch that bitch, we gon' dump bro Rip on his ass and roll his bro Pussy-ass nigga don't know me We could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit, gon' catch a kill And the drank came sealed I could buy my deal (my deal) I don't got my Glock concealed (uh-uh) So you know it's hot in here (hot in here) She like how my watch appear (appear) See it through the rear-view mirror (view mirror) Tryna keep the snakes from 'round here ('round here) Most of the time, gone off pills Most of the time, I'm under the influence You know I talk that cheese real fluent (yeah) You know these racks, yeah, I'm pursuing (yeah, huh) This bird business, we never losin' (bird business) I'm with MBM murder gang (murder gang) And that AR came with a coolin' Remember that bitch called me her chooser Now that bitch callin' me zaddy Remember used to rock Caddies Now it's S560 4MATIC This Cartier getting old I think it's time to go Patek Keep me a fuckin' baddie Each got a fatty, clutchin' my plastic Money damn near elastic Check my fashion, Louis my fabrics (my fabric, yeah) Emilio Pucci my jacket Keep that ratchet part of my fashion (pucci, pop, huh) Cartier buff glasses (uh) Too much racks start madness (yeah) Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me He's a no-show Send my partner to kill his ass To send his ass where you don't wanna go This bitch giving me dumb throat This bitch giving me dumb throat Catch that boy, we gon' dump bro Rip on his ass and roll his bro Pussy-ass nigga don't know me We could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit (go do a drill)

What do you desire? Woah, woah, woah Bitch, haha Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, yeah You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health Stop actin' like you know what's in my cup Don't worry 'bout it, I'm tryna 'fess my love Fuck the rest, it's just us If I score on a pint of Act', I'm puttin' it up If a nigga try take that, then it's up and it's stuck I'm puttin' him up Booty softer than the pillows in a Maybach I ain't tryna turn up baby, I'm laid back Sippin' Hi-Tec, I'm relaxed This feels so good, you gon' make me relapse I bought you Dior, you don't know how to act You got my back, and that's that In the S Class, I'm tryna drop the top You look better than a pint of Wock' Let me stop, I'm just playin' We gon' be good, just stick to the plan Tryna grow up, tryna be a man, buy some land R.I.P. Gran When she left me, I was so hurt man I was tryna hold the tears back but I can't Free my mans out the can I love you, I'ma love you 'til the end But my trust fucked up, it's hard to let you in You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health Oh no, oh, woah Woah-woah, woah Go, go-go, ha Ha, ha-ha, yeah Woah, woah-woah, go Woah, go-go, yeah Ha, ha-ha, yeah Go, ha-ha, yeah (Bitch, haha) Taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last, yeah Still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health

Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Whoa, whoa, whoa, ha, ha, ha Copped the G43, and I swear that bitch go "bang" E'ry time your shit come on, she cuttin' it off 'cause you lame It's only one of me, you cannot touch my rank, you just can't I'm with all my guys, these niggas ain't in our lane, tuh, mane I'm a high school dropout, now I'm breakin' the bank Only hit your ho one time, I lost her name, gang We got sticks in this bitch, we ain't slidin' in no Mustang We either in a double R truck or the big-ass tank How you find yourself tryna come up off my name? And I'd never do that shit to you 'cause it's lame, yeah Doody just got locked up, man, free that boy out the chain And I love that nigga that day, he'll catch me a brain Nigga bitch cheatin' on him, told my bitch better not do that shit I'ma lose my shit My nigga got a stick, I ain't even gon' say he gon' do that shit He gon' shoot that bitch Big ass FN bullets, they'll go through the wall, that shit Got a lotta shit I been through, but I stay ten toes down, went through all that shit And it's crazy how a nigga came up 'cause I called it Big Glock on my side, take precautions Fillin' my cup up with mud 'cause I'm ballin' It's so crazy how I made it, I called it 'Member when I couldn't get up in college I'ma still hit his ho even though she got mileage Pray to my cup every night, it's so righteous Runnin' from demons, I'm so tired of fightin' She must be off of somethin' 'cause she wildin' If my brother need it, he know he got it On the highway speedin', runnin' up mileage Copped the G43, and I swear that bitch go "bang" E'ry time your shit come on, she cuttin' it off 'cause you lame It's only one of me, you cannot touch my rank, you just can't I'm with all my guys, these niggas ain't in our lane Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa No