goomba shit - stinkysteve37 lyrics
[intro: lil slip]
dah, dah
uh
[verse 1: lil slip]
f*ck around, get popped
f*ck around, get dropped (yeah)
and we made this sh*t a label
back in the days, we was cracking rocks (brrrr)
high as h*ll, what you thought? (turban)
bumpy sh*t, parking lot (tonka)
got a dumb b*tch on my line, what the f*ck you do for the drop? (yeah)
drop the b*tch then, i go to her friends crib
drop the sticks then, we upper cut his left wrist
stop the drama, i don’t wanna hear that talking
f*ck that thot, then i hit her with my left wrist
duh, duh, duh, duh, duh
f*ck that sh*t, man, we back in this b*tch
to gang and goomba sh*t, man, srt’s up out in this b*tch
foreign hoes, they getting lit cause they be f*cking then, they dip
putting on my new sneakers, y’all b*tches ain’t gon run this clip (fah)
[verse 2: stinkysteve37 & lil slip]
m*muddy in my cup, yeah, b*tch i pour a lot
right back in the trap, i used to serve a lot (them drugs)
consuming medication, yes, i’m eatin’ percs a lot
keep a laser on that 380, it hurt a lot
i keep a 50 beside that 50, beside my bed alone
and shoutout to gavwizzy, rockin all vlone
and shout out to mekhi!, he always hit my phone
the purple ace is purple deuce, i had to run it up
rapping from the pm, ‘til the sun is up
but i’m riding in the tonka, got bout 50 on it
i’m wit yo main b*tch, yeah, she tryna put that kitty on me
it’s always tucked right under my waist but, yeah, that bl!cky on me
i roll yo ass right in the swishers, yeah, that sticky on me
bussin at his brain, yeah, that bl!cky on me
gotta keep it real, i don’t f*ck wit homies
and if he got a problem, we send slippy on it
[verse 3: lil slip]
uh, that’s me
b*tch, i’m pouring up this lean
woke up the demon for f*cking wit me
reposting my sh*t cause, she f*cking on me
homicide, goomba sh*t on the scene
know what she want, she a money fiend
all this money, take it to the grave when they try to go and bury me (uh)
and she rocking on the louie for free
f*ck wit vinnie, he get put on t
me and stinky keep a bl!cky, on g
and the block get hot like we making some tea
r*riding around, look around on the motherf*cking street
all of these opps, they plotting on me
one hand on the wheel while the other hand gripped on the money
that’s tight on her knees, b*tch
[verse 4: blackdrift]
f*ck an 8th of codiene, ima pour the whole pint
f*ck another model b*tch and then i go and take a flight
sippin’ ace of spades but that’s just life
you don’t gotta ask us twice
i just shot another movie, now i’m feeling so alive shoutout m and tj, fashion k!llas, we the gang and shoutout to arman cause he play your b*tch just like a game
i just did a track with hxlli, then i go and cop a chain
you playing checkers while we the developers like mojang
sh*t, i want more brain
yeah, in a mustang
cop some movie tickets now, i’m bout to go to imax
copped the newest iphone, ‘member days was on an ipad
copping so much sh*t i can’t be sad, all you hoes mad
i’m freestyling, these can never rap on no notepad shoutout mid12, man, i got me some energy
i want a droptop, can’t go out like kennedy
that presidential sh*t regular
ap in the whip like the cellular, what i been telling?you copping some sh*t but we can’t have no cops on us
we out for 5 summers
[outro: blackdrift]
slime sh*t, goomba sh*t
what’s the word? huh?
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