Top Songs By Goonew
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Goonew
Performer
Lil Dude
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guy Clark
Composer
Markelle, Morrow
Composer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Ayy, Manny, this joint crank, fool)
Brrt
Haha, bitch
[Chorus]
I feel like robbin' a ****
Chopper on me, I might pop me a ****
Stick on me, got it out for a lot of ****
Talk about shootin', but never shot at ****
How you proud of a ****, but ain't got no Prada, ****?
Hop out that car, bro on top of ****
I'm too lit, I don't even watch ****
Heard they got Glocks, but our Glocks bigger
Glock 10, knock his ass out the picture
I'm up top, lil' Draco end life, that's sixty
In a free car through the city
Catch me an opp and get busy
Real steppers, when they spin, they don't get dizzy
Got some young **** that slide in that fifty
And when we go out, you know we take more than fifty
[Verse 1]
Dirty ass socks, **** always tippin'
**** gon' cry when a **** go missin'
Bishop with me, and he totin' a fifty
Free Free Car, we gon' spin in Infiniti
Goonrich, bitch, and I'm rockin' Balenci'
I'm steppin' in Prada, ****, I be drippin'
Two Glocks, two opps, ****, get busy
**** throw rocks, go hide like bitches
Twenty band jugg, I'ma buy me a pendant
Broke ass ****, go get you some digits
Spin that lil' block and my young **** get it
Push-start Bimmer, that five percent tint
Street ****, I don't do disses
They on the internet typin' like bitches
My bitch stayed down and I bought her Givenchy
Run it up, bitch, I'm the one with the ticket
Rest in peace KT, I'm poppin' a wheelie
Opps keep talkin', I'ma drop 'em like 50
Fuckin' they bitches and fuckin' they sisters
Goonrich, bitch, I'm a real gravedigger
Baow, baow, baow, **** pullin' them triggers
Northeast bitch said it's not what it's given
Iced up, jeweled up, I'm in the trenches
Hop out the whip with a twenty-three hidden
[Chorus]
I feel like robbin' a ****
Chopper on me, I might pop me a ****
Stick on me, got it out for a lot of ****
Talk about shootin', but never shot at ****
How you proud of a ****, but ain't got no Prada, ****?
Hop out that car, bro on top of ****
I'm too lit, I don't even watch ****
Heard they got Glocks, but our Glocks bigger
Glock 10, knock his ass out the picture
I'm up top, lil' Draco end life, that's sixty
In a free car through the city
Catch me an opp and get busy
Real steppers, when they spin, they don't get dizzy
Got some young **** that slide in that fifty
And when we go out, you know we take more than fifty
Written by: Guy Clark, Markelle, Morrow
