Goofy Shit ft. 1st Place Ya' Lyrics

All you goofies breading goofies on that goofy ****

On that goofy ****, on that goofy ****

I make money tricking goofies on that goofy ****

On that goofy ****, on that goofy ****

You take handouts from crackers on that goofy ****

On that goofy shit, on that goofy ****

Your big homie got you out here on that goofy ****

On that goofy shit, on that goofy ****

How the **** you on your dick but taking b****** out

Spending my money on **** you know gone get around

Is you stupid goofy n**** you must want to split your bread

Levy taxes on your block and put them jack boys on your head

I know goofy when I see it, **** your lease up let me see something

Now you desperate and you need it, hit you low and **** your knee up, out for season

You want to treat the love ones like we softee

Got to show your p**** ass it can get awkward like the office

I be dolo really, and you soft ass gangstas niggas don't want it with me

Snap your ass in half financially you'll want to kill me

Everything you get your pussy ass owe us percentage

We the boys admit it

All you goofies breading goofies on that goofy ****

On that goofy ****, on that goofy ****

I make money tricking goofies on that goofy ****

On that goofy ****, on that goofy ****

You take handouts from crackers on that goofy ****

On that goofy shit, on that goofy ****

Your big homie got you out here on that goofy ****

On that goofy shit, on that goofy ****

Damn, they must've forgot who I was

Really I'm fly as a bug

Really I'm a mother******* thug

You know I'll slide in this b**** like a mother******* rug

See really I'm on a whole bunch of drugs

I know he a goofy I ain't showing no love

Okay, this forty with me we can pop like Rose

**** what a whore say I got that work like Jose

Before I go goofy, I'll go nuts like a payday

They ain't even check on me like a payday

I stop pouring up lean, now I drink codeine smoothie

Still got the power shit gone get groovy

Clips on me no movie

I know I know I know

The whore is a groupie

Spooky

Scary hours, funerals for the guns, damn we had to bury ours

You know that was very coward

I had to Eddie Bauer

Really I been lit flame still on me Chris Evans

N***** hating got me missing blessings

Gah damn it, let me load my Smith and Wesson

First Place

All you goofies breading goofies on that goofy ****

On that goofy ****, on that goofy ****

I make money tricking goofies on that goofy ****

On that goofy ****, on that goofy ****

You take handouts from crackers on that goofy ****

On that goofy shit, on that goofy ****

Your big homie got you out here on that goofy ****

On that goofy shit, on that goofy ****