Lil gooch - Computers lyrics

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Lil gooch - Computers lyrics

[Hook] Any problem call my shotta shotty poppin' at his head With my rasta they'll pop ya leave you dead for that bread We got choppas for you oppas only opps we leave em dead See we creepin through they turf Head red don't shoot legs (X2) [Verse 1:Gooch] Clap his head with this lead Stash spot, where he layin Take em down for his m's We got clips come get a trim Ballin hard i need a rim But my pockets never slim Wanna rob like who is him We got hollow shells for them You him, him and him In da O' with all my kem Stacking all these benjamins Cuz Ben Frank my only friend Countin bandz i get it in No new n***as only ten Toes down all ten Gang time gotta win Effen blowin like da wind Put yo career to a end Bullet holes through his chin Pop a xan forget my sins [Hook] [Verse:2 Ocho] I got my Glock boy run up then i do ya Ocho stay so fly that's why i'm feelin supa Yo b**h she love Ocho she blow me like a tuba Call Lil Gooch up he coming with the ruger We OBMG you know we keep them Glocks n***as claim they out here but ain't on they blocks Everybody and they momma know how O'Block rocks You talk crazy you get shot watch yo body drop I'm smoking tooka with yo b**h and she gimmie gimmie top b**h we posted out here and we got them mops mops Call Boo-Man from the WIIC and he'll get you drop n***as claim they with the sh**s man you n***as cops Pull up on you make you diddy-bop Run up on him with the Glock Head shot he in a box [Gooch] Young boys bout that cash In the trap count hunnids in the stash Try to rob put Zoe on ya a** Strip club bet hoes shaking a** I got o's bet the hoes get to flash (?) Hell naw you can't touch my bandz I got Jackson's in my bandz No my squad do not dance And i got Jackson's in my pocket With Ben Franklin in my wallet Try to rob Lil Goochie stop I got shottas known for popping Banana clips it got him hopping 40 auto ain't no stopping If she with us then she topping On the O' got every topping Why you think they always shopping We got dope that have you boppin boy Ocho just be tweaking He mad EE for no reason Free King Von that boy a demon Off the sleepy leave you dreamin Leave yo people under sea man Ridin' town and we scheming Hunna rounds what we squeezin I see what they don't be seeing They fake what i'm really being They talk i just be agreein I'm hearing but not believen' My boys we are straight heatin We hungry take what you eating You know me I am a leader I'm winning far from a cheater She rob me i gotta beat her I sip codeine out the liter I just be high off the meter [Ocho] Boy it's Ocho from the WIIC I got these b**hes on my line they on my dick Gone throwing bullets like Michael Vick Yo man get in the way then that's a pick These n***as acting crazy they ain't sick Head shot left him on his f**ing sh** A tutu xan and the lean it got me litt My n***as they some dogs like some f**ing pimps OBMG b**h we with the sh**s n***as Ride past the WIIC we gon' flip you whip n***a Boy don't ride down the strip n***a Catch a n***a fry his a** like some shrimp n***a O'Block that's the gang Me and Goochie shooting brains and my n***as wild insane [Gooch] So don't get yo a** changed Cause all we know is bang We will slide on yo block and let them 40 cals rain And leave you on the gra** Cause we drop sh** like a pac Aye, and we can not give a pa** Don't end up with yo head by your shoes In the late on channel 7 news