My Goons ft. Munchie Lyrics

In the club with all of my goons, my goons

We strapped up and we keepin' them tools,the tools

We smoke loud and we smell up the room,the room

All my niggas they don't follow the rules,the rules

And you know I keep the tools

All my niggas know I keep the tool

And they know I never follow rules

All my niggas know that I'm a fool

Hit a nigga with the boom-boom-boom

All my niggas know that we gon' spray

We play for the keeps every time we play

All my niggas real we don't pretend

We gon' keep it G till the end

The Dutch Quarter of Saint Maarten where I come from On the block used to be seven niggas with

A Glock .45 and you know we got a big drum

Try to jack me I really pull the trigger

I still remember the days that we had to hit them licks

I'm juggin' that cash now I'm grown I'm makin' them 30 grand flips

In the club with

All of my goons, my goons They be strapped up and we keepin' them tools them tools

We smoke Loud and we smell up the room, The room

We G M B and we follow no rules, no rules

In the club with all of my goons, my goons

We strapped up and we keepin' them tools them tools

We smoke Loud and we smell up the room

The room G M B be the team, so fuck the rules

And I will bust my tool Dropped out of college, started trappin

Need money right now, I made it happen

The feds and the D.A. try to grab me

Dodge the law like skrtttt, not happenin

Conceal the work and I push it through customs

And when the pack come in, niggas bust down

Everyday juggin' we got some more customers

Flexin' on niggas cause bitch I'm a hustler

G M B be the team, bosses no runners

Niggas want beef but my shooters like hunters

Got a new trap and I roll it all summer

I switch my trap house like bitches switch underwear

Sendin' the packs out to Florida, Delaware

I send them to Amsterdam, wrap them in special care

I be wrappin' them up and I'm sendin' them everywhere

I don't give a fuck, I send them packs up to the moon, the moon

We strapped up and we keepin' them tools, the tools

We smoke Loud and we smell up the room, the room

This G M B we don't follow the rules, no rules

In the club with all of my goons, my goons

We be strapped up and we keepin' them tools, them tools

We smoke loud and we smell up the room, the room

And we never like to follow no rules, no rules

And you know I keep the tools

Kicked out of school cause I wanna act the ass, I don't wanna go to class

And I open up your bag while I nip it, cause I got the gas in there

You can catch me post it, probably shakin' my jet, countin' all these dicks

Rippin' off some ass, just put it in my hand

Really what the fuck a nigga, shit I'm with the L

Blown OG, smell it in the L, no pussy bein' pleasure till around here

Hunt around, jump like Peter, top off your L

Stay to stay, movin' with the pack, stay junkin

You can hit my line if you think about boogin' me

You can say your prayers if you think about robbin' me

Guns at your head like a nigga playin' archery

Lettin' out shots from the glock, fuck up her arteries

Sippin' for the pain, this weed not hittin' me

Ain't rapped too tight, kill you when the witnesses

Who did what, hell nah, I ain't listenin

Better check the cameras before you let them niggas in

Don't wanna hear shit, just wanna see

Major major, realer to the system, they ain't tryna let us win

Free all the real niggas, straight up out the pen

In the club with

All of my goons, my goons

Strapped on, and me keepin' them tools

Them ba, me smoke loud, and me smell up the room

The room, they jammin' me, and me follow no rules

No rules, I'm in the club with all of my goons

They strapped on, and they keepin' them tools

Then we me smoke loud, and we smell up the room

The room, this is GMB, and we follow no rules

Yeah, never