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Testo Goolies
Testo Goolies
(Here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, but viewing my story) Yeah, yeah
Mm, mm, yeah, yeah, yeah
(You wanna fuckin' fight? Like I'm not even motherfuckin' playing with you, Benzo) Yeah, yeah
Hmm
Every time I can't see all the signs so I got Glock on me all the time
Come in with Gen and Drac' knee high, told momma I'm not her baby now
Ma, it's a lot of ways you can go out, they thinkin' 'bout sprayin' me down, huh Big bro pass me the Glock, he know I don't mind, just hand me it down
Ooh-wee, we pop out with broomsticks
Put you in the middle of somethin' you got nothin' to do with
"She lied to you," said the other one, "Don't be too foolish"
I'm the gunnеr, fuck your brother, send 'em to thе goolie
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie
Yeah, yeah, say, send 'em to the goolie, mm, yeah, huh
I pop hella shit, I got my own bands
Can't flex my brother shit, you know that I'm a grown man
I bet she still in the house, you'll think I named her Homestead
I spread her legs out when we fuck 'cause my lil' bitch, she bowlegged
I ride with two toolies, I'm blammin', think I'm stupid Never seen this movie, 007 shootin'
Go big KRIS to hit somethin', in here, it's not enough roomin'
My whip got more than six gears, you know I'm zoomin'
Don't got no fan, I can't try to cool it
Opps givin' hints, keep talkin' 'bout they gon' kill me, you been tryna do it
Got rich and bought my killers hella guns, I modified my shooter
He tryna act like he get killed but only on computer
Tweakin', pop out both of 'em, Gen, the fire sound like a Ruger
Every time I can't see all the signs so I got Glock on me all the time
Come in with Gen and Drac' knee high, told momma I'm not her baby now
Ma, it's a lot of ways you can go out, they thinkin' 'bout sprayin' me down, huh
Big bro pass me the Glock, he know I don't mind, just hand me it down
Ooh-wee, we pop out with broomsticks
Put you in the middle of somethin' you got nothin' to do with
"She lied to you," said the other one, "Don't be too foolish"
I'm the gunner, fuck your brother, send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie, mm, yeah
Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Mm, mm, yeah, yeah, yeah
(You wanna fuckin' fight? Like I'm not even motherfuckin' playing with you, Benzo) Yeah, yeah
Hmm
Every time I can't see all the signs so I got Glock on me all the time
Come in with Gen and Drac' knee high, told momma I'm not her baby now
Ma, it's a lot of ways you can go out, they thinkin' 'bout sprayin' me down, huh Big bro pass me the Glock, he know I don't mind, just hand me it down
Ooh-wee, we pop out with broomsticks
Put you in the middle of somethin' you got nothin' to do with
"She lied to you," said the other one, "Don't be too foolish"
I'm the gunnеr, fuck your brother, send 'em to thе goolie
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie
Yeah, yeah, say, send 'em to the goolie, mm, yeah, huh
I pop hella shit, I got my own bands
Can't flex my brother shit, you know that I'm a grown man
I bet she still in the house, you'll think I named her Homestead
I spread her legs out when we fuck 'cause my lil' bitch, she bowlegged
I ride with two toolies, I'm blammin', think I'm stupid Never seen this movie, 007 shootin'
Go big KRIS to hit somethin', in here, it's not enough roomin'
My whip got more than six gears, you know I'm zoomin'
Don't got no fan, I can't try to cool it
Opps givin' hints, keep talkin' 'bout they gon' kill me, you been tryna do it
Got rich and bought my killers hella guns, I modified my shooter
He tryna act like he get killed but only on computer
Tweakin', pop out both of 'em, Gen, the fire sound like a Ruger
Every time I can't see all the signs so I got Glock on me all the time
Come in with Gen and Drac' knee high, told momma I'm not her baby now
Ma, it's a lot of ways you can go out, they thinkin' 'bout sprayin' me down, huh
Big bro pass me the Glock, he know I don't mind, just hand me it down
Ooh-wee, we pop out with broomsticks
Put you in the middle of somethin' you got nothin' to do with
"She lied to you," said the other one, "Don't be too foolish"
I'm the gunner, fuck your brother, send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie, mm, yeah
Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
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