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drill time - goonew lyrics

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[intro: lil dude]
huh, these n-gg-s peons, hah

[verse 1: lil dude]
huh, these n-gg-s peons
they runnin’ in the field just like deion
stand on the block, got thirty in the long johns
they cheer for the kid, your b-tch got pom-poms
i came with the stick and it’s from vietnam
the drake gon’ kick, it gon’ knock off your arm
b-tch like beyoncé, ring the alarm
hop out the free car totin’ a bomb
big chopper bullet knock down king kong
k!ll the b-tch, body got found in the farm
catch us a body, now we on the run
he caught him a body but singin’ them songs
double back back to back like ping pong
marvin g-ye with the stick, let’s get it on

[verse 2: goonew]
uh, sippin’ lean in the trap on the floor
fifty round b-tch, who the f-ck is you though?
chop up the bricks and the j’s at the door
hundred round drum, we gon’ kick in your door
pop me a perc and my young n-gg-s score
post on the block and i’m sellin’ that dope
trap in the hood, all the junkies know
sellin’ that white girl, got that smoke
uh, serve a junkie, yeah, right in the front yard
your brother, he dead, he died in a parking spot
oops, he dead, he wanted to talk a lot
migo b-tch, got the bricks and i order that
hundred guns in the trap where the water at
f-ckin’ my wrist up, got the water wet
f-ckin’ that bad b-tch, got that water wet
goonrich got the bricks and he order that

[verse 3: lil dude]
skrrt skrrt, pull up, free car
smokin’ og up out of the gl-ss jar
i’m rockin’ dior, these n-gg-s rock dada
the chopstick sing like fah-la-la-la-la
run to the bank, laugh like ha-ha-ha
glock-21 go boom boom, grah-ta
my young n-gg- gon’ bring twelve in the trap
i came with the bag, know if he shout

[verse 4: goonew]
uh, goonrich n-gg- with a big gun, uh
servin’ that water, come and get one, uh
f-ckin’ that b-tch, get her head done, uh
hit you a lick, better get one, uh
f-ckin’ that b-tch, better pick one, uh
still in the hood with the stick on her, uh
f-ckin’ that b-tch with a big b-tt, uh
spinnin’ a bin with my big homie, uh

[verse 5: lil dude]
ar kick, jet li
taliban gang, put your -ss on the big screen
i pull on your block dressed up like a dope fiend
i got a de and i named that b-tch darlene
you got good dope, n-gg- sellin’ that morphine
spin with that glock-21 and the 19
come with that stick then you know that’s a crime scene
pull up lowkey, n-gg- don’t even mind me
boom boom, you know that we grind
the shot nonstop, it sound like a rhyme
i called me an alias name, couldn’t find him
back door, we pullin’ upright beside him
drippin’ dior like osama bin laden
these p-ssy -ss n-gg-s, they voted for body
they know you for rhymin’, they know me for slidin’
when a shot go off, n-gg- duckin’ and glidin’

[verse 6: goonew]
uh, goonwick, b-tch i play with the drums
big boy sh-t, man we shoot with the pump
big dog chopstick hit him in the arm
i play with them bricks and i’m throwin’ them bombs
trap sh-t, i got that work on the farm
bad b-tch, f-ckin’ that b-tch on her arm
catchin’ the pack and i’m stiffin’ my arm
big gun, hit with the flick of the arm

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