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[Intro: Goonew] Cha, cha, Goonrich Cha, Homicide Gang, Goonrich Ridin' 'round in that Kompressor with my lil bro Good Intent, aye What, what, what [Verse 1: Goonew] Pull on the block with a dirty stick Junkies, they comin' so I'm beatin' my wrist Fuck on that ho and she suck the whole clique [?] blue tips, yeah, I shoot the whole clique Shootin' that Draco with two hands, bitch Dunkin' too much, had to fuck up my wrist Ride in the foreign, you know that it's tinted I'm servin' my auntie, she makin' me dinner (hey, auntie) Percs comin' in and I'm fuckin' a dentist Live in the trap and I sleep in the kitchen Still on the block with that 30 extension Bitch I'm with lou [?],but he takin' your [?] Homicide gang comin' through with the fit I got [?], flood out the dope in the kitchen Double back gang, hit him up if I'm missin' I got the best [?], you can flow, you can dig it Switch it up, cook, they was stealin' my swag Hatin' ass nigga tryna eat up the dab Hundred round drum, I ain't goin' out sad OG, boy, told me how to beat up the pot I'm fuckin' this bitch and I'm smackin' her around I'm Goonrich, bitch, and, I stay with the cash Fuck up this beat 'cause I got the best swag Come in the trap, you can get you the bag I ain't from Atlanta, but I dip and I dab I fuck on a ho and I'm robbin' her dad I'm sippin' on Tech, you sippin' on swag If you want smoke, make a left on the ave I come in the club and I'm throwin' them bands He wanted an ounce, but I gave him a half I come in the trap and I'm doin' my dab Homicide gang comin' through with the mag [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Million dollar kid, totin' hollow tips Chopper bust, sound like an adlib Made the bitch slob, need a baby bib Five cars parked at the new crib New whip brown like a baby back smoked rib Hit a bitch, put her in the Uber, that's a roadkill Coupe on 4 wheels, bitch off 4 pills Iced out new grill [Verse 3: Lil Dude] Uh, me and Jay Brown in the big wheel Spendin' the band on your block, it's a fish tail Bitch, I'll still do the windmill I don't fuck with 12, man, I don't eat pig tails Homicide Boys, leave the shit on your windsheild Hop out the cut, Hoodrich got big steel Luciano smoke, I ain't here Post in the trenches with my niggas all night for real [Verse 4: Jay Brown] You ain't talkin' money, shut the fuck up I done fell in love with my bitch 'cause she stuck up, yeah Nina Ross with me, gotta tuck up In the trap with the bag, tryna get my bucks up, yeah 4 ounces, gotta pour my Crush up Money talk, bitch ass nigga need to hush up, yeah Lil nigga got a nigga shook up Lookin' for the kid, I advise you to look up, yeah It ain't no limit on money we spendin' daily, Master P got the hook up, yeah We in the trap with some butt naked bitches and them bitches know how to cook up, bitch
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