Back N Forth lyrics

[Intro: Goonew]
Skrrt
Goonrich
Slopes with the alley-hoop, n*gga, hah
Hah, Goonrich, hah
Big Slopes with the alley-oop

[Verse 1: Goonew]
Walk down with the stick
Too many bodies, had to catch my Bentley, uh
Walk down, it's a track meet, b*tch
Servin' junkies on the backstreets, b*tch
Funeral home goop, this that p*ss
My shooters retarded, hit him with the stick
Goonrich, I got the water like fish
Two twin b*tches, turn my haters twin

[Verse 2: Borleone]
Borleone came with a sniper (Borleone)
n*gga hit him up in a white truck
I move like Obama, young n*gga in a black truck
Servin' my junkies that drop, it got no cut
If we hit the block, young n*gga put that dope up
Back on the block and I serve out the Rover
Skrrt skrrt, feds get behind, put the pole up
Angel dust, mix the dope with baking soda
[Verse 3: Goonew]
Goonrich, I got bricks across the border
You say that's your shooter but he off the water
Slide on his block, make it rain water
Hit me a stain, pull off in a foreign
Goonrich Urkel, hide the bricks in the foreign
He say he the plug but that n*gga cordless
Catch me a body, Quill had the forty
Hundreds and fifties, still saving quarters

[Verse 4: Borleone]
Uh, call up my young n*gga, come through in the water
Come in my trap house, come with no quarters
Sippin' on lean, n*gga sippin' on oil
Shippin' them packs right there 'cross the border
Young n*gga came with a pipe
Hundred round drum and it came with a light
It's a shootout, n*gga, I ain't bringing a knife
I'm poppin' the Percs and I'm servin' the ice

[Verse 5: Goonew]
Uh, I got the Glock in my drawers
Junkies comin' so I'm servin' 'em all
Beatin' the block up, hit the mall
Whippin' them chickens, Thanksgiving, fall
You ain't even know I had it in the mall
Late night creepin', had to f*ck 'em all
Givenchy and Balmains, no Lacoste
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch, I pin her on the wall
[Verse 6: Borleone]
Uh, Borleone thirty round, ain't no knife sticks
Servin' them junkies right there out a damn Lyft
Hundred round drum, b*tch I can't tote a fifty clip
I need a bad b*tch, fat ass, thick hips
Kick in your door, n*gga, where you live?
Get hit with this stick, n*gga, f*ck a lil' kid
I trap on the Glock, I can't f*ck with the SIGs
I'm smokin' OG and you smokin' on cigs

[Verse 7: Goonew]
Uh, n*gga, call me Aaron Rodgers
I'm throwin' them bombs, n*gga, and they problems
Put down the gun, n*gga, that's a problem
I'm sippin' Wock', Keisha had to f*ck my doctor
Shoot at his brother, n*gga was an opp
Hit me a lick, I pull off in a Charger
f*ckin' that b*tch, I hit her at the opera
I'm shootin' that chopper, soundin' like maraca
Sippi' that lean, I'm sippin' out the bottle
Servin' them junkies, servin' them the bottle
b*tch, I'm Goonrich, I'm f*ckin' on a model
n*ggas be clonin' me, I'm the father
Stealin' my swag, I should've been a father
Pull off in foreign, me and her new rocker
I was down bad, I had to shoot the chopper
Hundred band jugg, I'm petty like my father
[Outro: Goonew]
Huh, hah, Goonrich, n*gga
Hah, Goon, hah