Goofy (feat. 4Dee)

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Aye, aye
Aye, aye boy you goofy don't play round
Run up on a opp leave his ass face down
Don't cuff that lil bitch she got miles
Sub that boy outta life he got caught outta bounds
Nigga think he a dog, well guess what I run with hounds
Shots get fired make folks nem get down
I run the ball up the court when they inbound
Rat ass snitch ass boy you 6ix9ine
It's a fumble I pick that bitch up
Like a jacket he gone get zipped
Run em down bet that bitch can't get up
Calling plays NFL like sit hut
Don't know what bitch I want can't pick one
Gang be riding wit a Glock tryna hit sum
Boy you a bitch you ain't never did none
If we catch em' out, cook em' till he well done
We call em' props in the videos but you know they real guns, they still ah blow
Tryna find where they at tryna steal the lo
Pull up hop out get in mode
I hate broke hoes that's on my soul
Big ass knot on me it can't fold
Old ass nigga no drip wearing Kangol
I'll f*ck that lil bitch with my chain on
Grrah, why these niggas wanna play I don't play dough
I'm in the back sipping strawberry faygo
Like my name Simon he gone do what I say so
Or he getting sprayed up in his face, ayo, that's a fuckin ayo
Bullets fly past his body he saying ayo
Grrrah, that's the fuckin sound the thing go
He a goofy you know he calling baby bro
I'm the type of nigga that don't dodge smoke
He the type of nigga to get his face blown
Oink, he the type of nigga to call five o
He a p-p-p-pig like he Peppa
He a b-b-b-bitch like a heifer
He a k-k-k-kid like he cheddar
I mean Chowder, wait hold on don't let up
Just stay for a minute I got something better
I pour me a slurpee at seven eleven
His girl finna slurp me at seven eleven a.m
She jerk me she jerk me, say you finna buss? I am
She curvy she curvy as hell I'm like yes ma'am
How the f*ck am I getting sturdy to this goofy ass beat I don't know but I am
Getting lit to the beat yes I am
F*ck a bitch to this beat yes I am
He got drunk, get to talking he said he want problems he said I ain't bout it, I am
Think he litter than me, no he ain't
I got lit without purp in my drink
I know if I hit him he gone faint
I might send him to God I hope he prayed
He got baked
Like bitch what the f*ck did you think, is you stupid this shit ain't a game
Goofy
He got drank in his cup, roofie
Now he feel kinda stuck, gluey
Now he begging for his mom, Stewie
Like mom, mum, mommy, mama
Told that bitch that he don't want the fye
He kept going, guess he rather die
No Melly now his mama cry
Waah waah, she think about him at night
Grra grra, cooked him up I'm a chef like Chowder
Put on my hat now I got all the power
Run through his shit now the nigga feel sour
You can't get yo shit back nigga this here is ours
Waah waah, that's a goofy when he lie
Click bah, that's a goofy when he die
Wah wah wah, now his mama cry
Wah wah, she think about him at night

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