Gooseberry Lyrics

Back in the Goose at my mommas new house

Waiting until she go sleep just to smoke in the yard

This take me back to like 2015

Back when Thomas would still show his face to us all

You don't want niggas to go back to linking

And parking the Opel in your parking lot

Nigga yeah

Ey

Now all my niggas are legal

We just more hungry, impatient and harder to dodge

I heard that you had leave the club early

The minute we spotted the heavies we brought

I'm not a flexer but I cannot speak for my brother

Who ordered another one and another one

Blame it on culture she breaking her neck

Just to see who gon' step out of all of these cars

I know a nigga who calls himself Kittie

But don't get it twisted he really a dog

I know a nigga who down for whatever

But don't get him started he'll take it too far

Pray for him

Pray for him

He's a heathen

Mix this and that for no reason

Good on both sides of your region

I'm not a flexer

But I can not speak for my brothers who are

When it's this late outside

You can here the streets calling

When it's this late outside you can hear the

When its this late outside you can hear the streets calling