GOODiES Lyrics

Touchdown with them goodies

Junkies shouting out hip hip hooray

I got loyal clientele they wait on me to get em straight

Know you selling pussy she gave it up for a pair of jays

Freaky let me suck your 'titties, I like how your nipples taste

Traffic just me and my drake

I'm trying to put it in they face

Ain't no way you having smoke with me that shit got to be laced

Your phone ain't rung all day

Pat em, make sure his pocket's straight

Same sack, had it for days somebody give that boy a play

Sleepy, I drunk me a deuce of wok mixed in a lemonade

Creeping on him, bruh nem shooting Glocks right at his temple fade

Trying to shake my hand I'm trying to get you shot, renegade

Still wonder how the fuck they got that drop them niggas played

He think he can take the smoke

Your lungs ain't big enough

Better watch how you approach

Lil' bruh nem got that glizzy' tucked

Slow motion, I'm saving up

I used to rock Taylor Chucks

He make sure everybody ate his day one still gave him up

Smack him, hit him with that switch

Tackle, when I send a blitz

Your bitch gave me head after I cracked her boy you bet not kiss

Niggas food, talm' bout chicken platter

Better have your stick

He be trying to re-up with my Slapperz, we gone bait em in

Small fry them fuck niggas don't matter

Give his ass a spanking

392, stomp on the paddle this bitch get to yanking

Trying to steal the sauce, Planton'

Gangster leaning, off the Quagen

I pull up hitting bet I won't leave nobody remaining

Everybody ain't gon' get it and everybody can't go

Ain't nun' wrong with motivating but sometimes

You got to put all that energy into your goddamn self, and work your 1-2

Don't be out here waiting for motherfuckers

They'll sleep you out and make you miss your blessings

Touched down with them goodies, junkies shouting out hip hip hooray

I got a loyal clientele, they wait on me to get em straight

Know you selling pussy, she gave it up for a pair of jays

Freaky, let me suck your titties' I like how your nipples taste

Traffic, just me and my Drac'

I'm trying to put it in they face

Ain't no way you having smoke with me, that shit gotta be laced

Your phone ain't rung all day

Pat em, make sure his pockets straight

Same sack, had it for days somebody give that boy a play