Goonewinski lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Hmm, too many b*tches I don't really got time for this sh*t
Ha, all of my chains on in the hood rocking that sh*t, let's go
New tape dropping I'll get me a bust-down wrist
Got two bad b*tches wanna suck my di*k
We stopping that sh*t if you slide on the 6
We slide in the 4, we slide with that stick
We lit up that porch, that sh*t got lit
He was running his mouth damn his ass got killed
And we ran in his house it's a hundred-band lick
Really broke in his house and I took me a sh*t
Got too many bands but never the lick
Don't bring her around, she might just get hit
Caught a flight outta town, I needed a trip
She be holding it down, that money buy b*tches
She from outta town, she got other n*ggas
I'm cool with that sh*t, I got other b*tches
Ain't f*cking with twelve, ain't f*cking with snitches
That [?] Jeep, I had that sh*t [?]
Let me get it back, let's get-get-get it
Got two bricks in the ki-ki-kitchen
Like Ike & Tina I'ma whip-whip-whip it
I don't do no disses I'ma really go get him
Too many b*tches left that ho in the telly
She ain't give up that pus*y so I asked "[?]"
f*cking her friend 'cause I knew she was ready
Got too many bags now I got two tellies
When I bond outta jail said "Free my celly"
When I go the bank get the bags let's go
And these b*tches ain't sh*t only here for the fetti
On the side of the road with a broke down Chevy
I be speaking the facts and they really ain't ready
I Amiri my jeans ain't rocking no [?]
And I'm married to lean 'cause I'm really an addict
Who is that? Goonew causing all that static
Might hop out that truck with that .45 blam
He got a ghost Glock man that sh*t might jam
And I hopped out with Drac' but he ran so fast
We gon' double back on 'em we gon' stick to the plan
Real trap n*gga flip phone still jam