Kevin Gates - Goonies lyrics
[Hook: Montana of 300] I'm ridin' with my goonies We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies Straight to the top, you know I'm climbin' with my goonies You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly Grindin' with my goonies I'm ridin' with my goonies We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies Straight to the top, you know I'm climbin' with my goonies You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly Grindin' with my goonies [Verse 1: Montana of 300] I'm ridin' with my goonies, it's not a movie b**h, we really tote them toolies, just bought a uzi Pop a opp just like a rufie, hangover goofies Wet yo a** like a jacuzzi, get smoked like pooky Concrete jungles where we hustle They show love but they don't love you I'm a dog, I need a muzzle I done did more dirt than shovels I done been in hella traps, I had to dig up out that tunnel We bought guns to build our muscle, ain't no takin' from this puzzle We kick doors to get our foot in, did things we shouldn't Hustlin', strugglin', we was pullin', finessin', juggin' I still rep the hood I stood in, disrespect, I'm trigger pullin' With this ratchet, I'm bout action, no acting, no Cuba Goodin' Pull that mac out, then I black out, let off this pain I never been the type to tap out, h**ne had my OG noddin', bout to pa** out No one, I really, really, lived up in the traphouse, couldn't pull no map out [Hook: Montana of 300] b**h, I'm ridin' with my goonies We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies Straight to the top, you know I'm climbin' with my goonies You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly Grindin' with my goonies I'm ridin' with my goonies We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies Straight to the top, you know I'm climbin' with my goonies You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly Grindin' with my goonies [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Breakin' bread, Jesus, yeah Diamond teeth, rubber band bar Round table, Bread Winner subject Big discussion with the other landlord Sellin' tan, art my God, youngin' wiggin on the xan bar ' Bout to light a stick of cancer, got along with a dancer Hustlin', I'm not retirin' man Blowin' the loud, I get high everyday Movin' in silence, try me We open fire, just like a firing range When the love gone, don't come around (Gun noises), shells on the ground Free my n***a Rule Boy Blacka Prison cell, I pray you make it out Lately, I've been prayin' on the loud Never no respond to me at all I am not afraid to be a m**m Christian people look at me and frown f** the haters, I'mma keep it pushin' In my circle, they are not allowed We on now, don't come around Pay cuts, handshake and smile But nothin' public, thuggin', crack a smile I just flew another n***a but Shorty say she love if I was dressin' bummy Probably wouldn't wanna stand in front of me I'm a shooter with a shooter Bred to win, but born a loser I done came to the conclusion This is just a big illusion [Hook: Montana of 300] I'm ridin' with my goonies We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies Straight to the top, you know I'm climbin' with my goonies You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly Grindin' with my goonies I'm ridin' with my goonies We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies Straight to the top, you know I'm climbin' with my goonies You lookin' for me, you can find me with that tooly Grindin' with my goonies