Dame Grease - Goon Music lyrics

Know we just spittin' bars Boss Don Biggavel Broad Street Bully, Macaroni With The Cheese French Montana (C'mon) Got the boy rockin' with me Yeah you know we all just spittin' bars (Sigel) Yeah The Bully n***a, harder than Levi denims My 45th, I'm a put long 3-5's in 'em Twist backwoods, never put my haze in a dutch Stay drunk off that sh** Wayne keep in his cup And I hate y'all YouTube n***as When the cameras on, talk about what you gon' do to n***as When the hammers drawn, you fold up and hoo-koo n***a This ain't no song, dog I will do you n***as Don't none of y'all want it with Big Ock Hit you with the small Smith-Wess or the big Glock Give you a wig shot, small knife or big razor Open up ya chest like Vics Vapor You a**, I'm the sh**, you just constipated Your flow trash, mines Switz, so complicated Flow easy on the track like the Doctor made it State P and Gain Greezy, you got to hate it Cop a couple V's, couple of E's I'm icy like nuttin' but skis Nuttin' in ya sleeze, get her knocked up I'm a greaseball, heat boss, comin' full-speed, no free call Both the mean way, spoke to Satan on the three-way Had ya baby-moms playin' DJ (DJ) We play, all up in the clouds Dick all up in ya mouth Bigga got the answer, stamina, Georgey, pudding pie I kiss the girls, I made 'em cry, made 'em fade the eye Off the water, slaughter Daddy I'm raw, I can buss in ya daughter Florida, headed out west for Diego These n***as want seven, Chi-Chi go get the yayo Coke all white like mayo Halos all over ya head, like an angel, strangle you, oww Yes indeed My goons will spray up the room like graffiti Homie only thing locked up, K's in the closet Only thing you checkin' is the money you deposit Talkin' outta line, talkin' outta order n***a outta line, I put him outta order You f*ckin' with them lines I'll get you outta order My money long, I'll make ya day shorter Like celebit, lions, tigers, pelicans 4-4 nose like a elephant I ball like Bob Cousy And you a cop-off Dooly, ya are movie I'm the real deal, got your b**h on a blue pill Akon gave me two mill That's a whole lotta money in the stashbox I'll push ya head back like a ragtop Rock gators like the Florida mascot Reach for my chain get ya head chopped Scarlett did things, I was gettin' 16 at 15 I watched fritz teens sell coke to Mitch Green Young girl runnin' the street with tight jeans Big dreams to get cream and whip things Now listen, this gram pitchin', I had ambition Watched my ex-man cook up in my gram's kitchen He moved rock, he moved more bird than Padoodot Federal watch if in get up you hot Raised in the struggle, got my ways from my mother I'm not easy to touch, y'all n***as won't touch her n***as had fun, but I'm, from the ball players To the actors and rappers, I done did 'em Got me nowhere, I ain't gotta go there Biggy told me go hard, no fair, this yo' year And y'all ain't never been through the struggle, man And y'all don't know my trouble, man Cru got me leanin' like a lowrider, we're never slippin' I slam a clip in and get the sh** spittin' quicker than Flo-Rida No, nada, n***a in this game safe Call him Potato Head when I rearrange his game-face Shake the league, referees spin and the game take Karma take his Shuffle, get the name straight, it's Mustard Spread it on the street, get his brains busted Spread it on the heat, mark his prey as we speak F*ck a hand-to-hand, grams of tan, any n***a, man for man Talk sideways and won't guard, the f*ck you think I am I can get Frenchy and put a whole in a n***a Or flip it like Maxi with dubs that blow for a n***a Drugs to grow for a n***a, love to show for a n***a Pull it out the pocket, and snuff that who*e for a n***a