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letra de goo - ybn walker

[pre-chorus: ybn walker]
my wrist jumpin’ out the pot
designer clothes, foreign thots
i got gucci on my socks
no legos, playin’ with them blocks
since a kid i played with mops
poured a four and drop my top
glock on my side just for a opp
these n-ggas, they envy, they don’t want you on top
my diamonds, they biting, my sh-t on rocks
callin’ your b-tch, f-cked that b-tch out her socks
givenchy my shoes, cost a lot
chasin’ this cash, i only want guap
move them n-ggas ’round, they hatin’
move them n-ggas ’round, they fakin’
pull up with extended clip
my n-ggas got choppers like the haitian

[chorus: ybn walker]
i blow a check like ooh, ooh
i hit your b-tch like ooh, ooh
f-ck up a check like ooh, ooh
i’m dripping, i’m dripping like goo, goo
my plug from cali, we flew
he gave me the masi, the coupe
f-ck with gorillas, the zoo
i whip that sh-t to a two

[verse 1: ybn walker]
i get it gone like poof
mixin’ the lean with the soda, ain’t drinkin’ no deuce
my n-ggas shootin’ like hoops
promise i won’t stop ’til all of my n-ggas in coupes
shooters, they hang out the roof
most of my n-ggas is felons, they felons since youth
you n-ggas ain’t rappin’ the truth
no, i’m not trustin’ these n-ggas, got my glock in the booth
thumbin’ through these hundreds, f-ck around, get paper cuts
f-cked your b-tch and p-ssed her off, i treat her like a sl-t
i’m a big dog n-gga, i got plenty bucks
you n-ggas local jokers, nah they can’t compare to us
n-gga my drippin’ is rare, rare
f-ckin’ these hoes by the pair, pair
they see me, they stoppin’ to stare
blowin’ this kush in the air
you trappin’, i wasn’t aware
not cuffin’ these b-tches, i swear
me and my n-ggas, we share
most of these n-ggas be square

[verse 2: splurge]
ayy, rock out and shoot through the roof, ayy
glock twenty-two hit your crew
lil bro turn your brains into soup, ayy
don’t give me that drank ’cause it’s fu, ayy
pour up the drank, the pain gon’ go away
ridin’ with sticks, boys these ain’t no throwaways
ain’t knockin’ on sh-t, i shoot through the doorway
i don’t like this rap sh-t, it’s gettin’ more g-y
ten n-ggas dead, sh-t is funny
you gotta hop out and get you some money
air this b-tch out, these n-ggas start runnin’
they ain’t tryna jack, they know how we comin’
in la with the strap, you ain’t tuckin’ nothin’
servin’ the nyquil, that n-ggaa dummy
i’m higher than a b-tch, i’m chilling, i’m clumsy
ayy chill with your fam, get k!lled from your cousin
i just made a five and i just spent a five
f-ck this sh-t, i’m aimin’, i’m grippin’ that iron
reach for the chain, boy you outta your mind
if somebody d-ck, then somebody dyin’
lil b-tch wanna f-ck, i just got the face
play with ak, we gon’ pull up with k’s
my youngin’ll k!ll you for a pair of j’s
yeah i be rappin’, my brother serve j’s

- ybn walker

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