Lil' Dude & Goonew Intro
[Intro: Lil Dude]
This the intro nigga you know what the f..ck goin' on
Goonrich
Got Cheecho on the beat nigga
(Trapnanana) We in this bitch stick
You know what the f..ck goin' on
[Verse 1: Lil Dude]
Everything that I got, got it out the hood
Got it out the mud I had to jugg
.40 on me nigga better not mug
Goonew out the cut he f..ckin' ya [?]
Cell out the cut he beatin' ya [?]
Beatin' the pakk got to whippin' shit up
VLone demon imma VLone thug
Dog out the cut got the stick in the cut
[Verse 2: Goonew]
Boom shells hit em right in his gut
I f..ck on that bitch put my thumb in her butt
I thumb through the benji's don't f..ck wit' the dubs
Yo nigga a lame he a bitch he a dub
Bow bow two shots hit his and he done
[Verse 3: Lil Dude]
Hol' up Goon hit his ass wit' the pump
.762's make him stop if he run
Hope that lil' nigga got a lot of lungs
I'm servin' dope right there post on the pavement
Dog got the strap bet he wipe that lil' baby
[Verse 4: Goonew]
I'm servin' the J's and Is erve like the 80's
Reek got the strap wit' the glick wit' the laser
Bow bow bow put his ass on the pavement
Fox 5 nigga watch if you waitin'
Homicide Boyz when we come through we takin'
We catchin' them bodies we ain't waitin' we takin'
[Verse 5: Lil Dude]
Lil' ahk yeah he got the chopper
Put a lil' nigga right there in the doctor
Dread head long like a nigga is a rasta
Cheecho on the beat so it be rockin'
Ooh I don't f..ck wit' none of that opp shit
Two twin Glocks when I come when I'm poppin'
f..cked on that bitch ain't no option
Egg and a burger I got her some sauce bitch
[Verse 6: Goonew]
Ooh 30 round hangin' I won't stop bitch
f..ck that shit imma pop shit
Goonrich I'm on that pop shit
We slide in that foreign that opp shit
Everyday I'm on the block bitch
Servin' my auntie that drop bitch
30 round hang that's that pop bitch
Reek pull up tryna' pop shit
Boom bat hit em wit' the mop bitch
Sippin' on red f..ck the wock bitch
Wearin' VLone when I pop shit
Boom badabang when a Glock hit
Whippin' up dope where arm itch
[Verse 7: Lil Dude]
I turn a trap house to a pharmacy
Stick nearby in a harmony
Turn yo homeboy to that dirty laundry
[?] wit' me boy you better not try follow me
Stay wit' them sticks and them glicks like the army
