GOOFY ft. SmackBeats & Ranshaw Lyrics

SMACKBEATS NIGGA

Okay

Just scored on a opp we yell hooray

Finger fucking my bitch I'm in love with the foreplay

Want my nut but can't end up on Maury

Up the chetta the gang had had packs in

And if we ain't know you we taxing

Hop on the beat they know smack he be snapping

In his adlibs be screaming and laughing

My dm be popping with haters

I'm fucking this bitch and I told her that I'll see her later

See I'm getting hoes like I'm slater

I told her I'm different in my voice like I was D.Waiters

They listen they don't get the context

Can't see this shit they don't got contacts

Not a milli then I am not signing no contract

That's the reason why I am not signed yet

They love how I snap homie

They feigning for songs like I'm selling that crack homie

They like run that shit back brodie

My killas be sliding no cap you'll get clapped homie

Man I stay with that sack on me

We roll up the opps man I stay with some gas on me

Man I stay with that sack on me

We roll up the opps man I stay with some gas on me

When I walk in the building the bitches collapse

I'm with Ty I'm with Nate

I'm with Tizz I'm with Black

Bounty was playing like run that shit back

And my team super militant we need a plaque

She like my pic now he all in his feels

And he sick she be banging my shit in the wheel

She said fuck a snack Ayo Smack you a meal

Almost grabbed on the pole tryna cop her a feel

When I hop on the beat I'm a flexer

All the beats leave the booth on a stretcher

She fuck with smack cause I'm giving her pleasure

When I fuck leave the gat on the dresser

Class is in season I'm smack the professor

And they stole my whole style altogether

She don't fuck with you man she told me you stress her

And she do what I want HEY ALEXA

Yo

I'm in my bag

I told her when you done sucking me

You better call you a cab

Do not get mad

I treat a bitch like some gas

Hit a couple times then I pass

12 behind me

I ride with a glick fuck it I'm doing the dash

We got a lick brodie said he got the sticks

I just gotta come with a mask (We out)

If I get the drop then its over dummy

You survive it's a scar going down your tummy

Where I'm from it don't shine it ain't never sunny

Niggas die everyday don't be over money

I be fucking shit up with my buttas on

Chef in the kitchen I'm turning the oven on

If I'm up I gotta put my brothers on

This bitch came to the crib and had nothing on

Who that? Tommy

Go home, it's a Homi

Hollow tip go through ya body

UPT that's where you find me

Bitch I be pimping my walk got a limp in it

It got me feeling like Gotti

They see what I'm doing and copy

Spinning the corner 12 behind me

I bought the bitch some nikes

I like the way she lick the pipe (What else)

Got her on dick tonight

No she don't rap when she Roc The Mic (What else)

Make sure ya circle tight

I cut niggas off who ain't rocking right

If I catch an op tonight

He getting dropped tonight