Goop Talk Lyrics

Uh, huh, yeah, uh, yeah

Bro, don't flip the charger, all this shit he talkin', he might crash, out

With these Four-Four duffel bags, I might go pass out

All these racks, inside my phone, so I might go ahead and spazz out

I got grief creepers runnin' through your home, I might go crash out, ayy

Watch' who you be talkin' to, been catchin' to, me talkin', uh

Watch' who you be poppin' to, I might go knock your noggin

Never cared about hoes, been wearin' all these turbans like toboggans

Never get, I been runnin' through these hoes on hopscotch, uh

Pick and roll, I might go hit like James Harden, uh

Beat it down, her box, I might go get it, call me Cardi, uh

Runnin' through these bitches in my sack, I got her all, uh

Never cared about hoes, I come to class, but I was tardy, uh

I'm the bad guy, no sci-fi, I keep ah stick, uh

I'm the bad guy, no 3-5, I keep ah dick

All this shit you talkin' bout, I pass the seeds just like a slip, uh

Wait, I'm passin' seeds just like a slip

Who you talkin' to? I been that nigga since I came out, uh

Been that nigga since I came out, I can't stay out

All this shit, so I might do it, I might be a dropout

All these niggas talkin' too much, so I might go pop out, uh

Keep my sticky, sticky on this shit, I got a blick

Look, name it, call it Tiki, so I call that hoe a dick

I got six fives in this swisher, so I hit him with the tip

Never cared about hoes, they fiendin' for a tip, uh

I said I never cared about hoes because I ain't fiendin' for a tip, uh

All this shit you talkin' bout, I might go whack a pimp

I'm that bad guy, I might run you down just for a slip

I'm that new guy, runnin' through these hoes just for a dip

I got shoulder blades, been runnin' through these hoes like Michael Vick

All this shit that I been doin', I might run it like it's six

I own bad guys, five guys, runnin' through this shit

I got new grooves, been runnin' through this shit like glue shit

I can't do shit, uh, all this shit like Goop shit

Blue clues shit, runnin' through this shit, got new sticks

I made Lil Tommy do a drive by cause he gotta hit a lick

Only got one brother, hold it like my cutters its five sticks

Oh, you say my name, I heard you got a problem, tell me if

Know a couple pussy niggas that's been talkin' on my shit

I got five sticks, been aiming' at these niggas with six clicks

I got six dicks, my aimin' at that bitch, got temp shit

Never cared about work, I'm workin' on my craft cause I'm ah artist

I been drinkin' lean and poppin' all these purks just in this party

I hold ten zips in this duffel bag, I might just start to party

But I'm a bad guy cause all my pretty bitches know I'm tardy, huh

I heard that nigga copped a rental

I heard five five sixes hit him in his face just fuck his dental

Just fuckin' him just like a sad puppy

Put that pussy boy just in a kennel

I been shakin' up these Percocets

It's startin' to feel like Skittles