[Intro: Goonew]
(Ha, Goonrich, nigga, let's go, ha)
Go
[Verse 1: Goonew]
John Cena I can't even see these niggas
It's a lot of rounds when we pullin' them triggers
I'm big slime, I ain't trustin' no nigga
Ha, let's go
I ain't even playin' with him
Get over top of that we tryna blam him
Somebody gon' die tonight, 'cause Goonrich, I ain't playin' with 'em, uh
I be with them killers, the robbers, the steppers and drug dealers
I'm rockin' Givenchy, Balenciaga I ain't rockin' no Hilfiger (Givenchy, Balenciaga nigga)
[Verse 2: Xanman & Lil Dude]
You fucked up act like you don't know a nigga
Caught him at Top Golf, put a hole in him
Fuck that lil' bitch she a gold digger
Passin' that pistol nigga he ain't no killer
I'm takin' them RP 10s
Bluffin' like shit you ain't spinnin' no bins
AMG I'ma spin in a Benz
Niggas be tippin' I thought we was men
This ARP I'ma press him
Thought you was street ain't applyin' the pressure
Fantastic 4 the .40 gon' stretch him
Ten band jugg lil' bitch it'll cap you
Your bitch on my crotch, she like how I'm dressin'
Pull up with the drugs, they call me Ray [?]
Got shot in his leg, I call it a EpiPen (Trapnanana)
Whole lotta fat shit big nigga with the racks on him
(Ha, Goonrich, nigga, let's go, ha)
Go
[Verse 1: Goonew]
John Cena I can't even see these niggas
It's a lot of rounds when we pullin' them triggers
I'm big slime, I ain't trustin' no nigga
Ha, let's go
I ain't even playin' with him
Get over top of that we tryna blam him
Somebody gon' die tonight, 'cause Goonrich, I ain't playin' with 'em, uh
I be with them killers, the robbers, the steppers and drug dealers
I'm rockin' Givenchy, Balenciaga I ain't rockin' no Hilfiger (Givenchy, Balenciaga nigga)
[Verse 2: Xanman & Lil Dude]
You fucked up act like you don't know a nigga
Caught him at Top Golf, put a hole in him
Fuck that lil' bitch she a gold digger
Passin' that pistol nigga he ain't no killer
I'm takin' them RP 10s
Bluffin' like shit you ain't spinnin' no bins
AMG I'ma spin in a Benz
Niggas be tippin' I thought we was men
This ARP I'ma press him
Thought you was street ain't applyin' the pressure
Fantastic 4 the .40 gon' stretch him
Ten band jugg lil' bitch it'll cap you
Your bitch on my crotch, she like how I'm dressin'
Pull up with the drugs, they call me Ray [?]
Got shot in his leg, I call it a EpiPen (Trapnanana)
Whole lotta fat shit big nigga with the racks on him
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