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Yeah, Goonrich Know how I'm comin', Goonwick I got the junkies, they come by the three I don't really know what I mean You don't really know what I mean I'm sellin' water, nigga, servin' the fiends (Ayy, Terk) Goonwick (Sparkheem) Bought a new chain, this that bustdown ice I was the one with the drip and the ice Chanel jacket, bitch, I'm drippin' at night I be creepin', nigga, I'm a thief in the night Straight drop, whip in that kitchen at night It's his baby mother but she sneak in at night Catch me a flight, I had to pour the lean on the ice Real homicide, I put the H in the hype Come on the block with the straight drop Mixin', the junkies, they tryna get an eight rock Ran out of dope, had to send 'em to Keezah Got straight drop but I sell 'em the rerock, uh Baby girl, buy her Gucci, Chanel Use her house for the pounds and the bales Bought a new Glock, blood on the shells Hundred pounds in the uh, uh Hundred pounds and it came in the mail Beyonce, bitch, I'm ringin' them bells I got bitches bangin' G's and the L's I really robbed my folks, I'm goin' to hell Uh, feel bad for the shit I don't give a fuck 'bout a karma and shit I'll kill my brother, nigga, if he snitch Hundred band jugg, nigga, off a lick Ice, ice, really bustin' down my wrist That nigga real mad, fuckin' on his bitch I'm stompin' it out, stompin' on a brick Terk on the beat, watch a nigga spit Caught a new case and I'm goin' to trial Identity theft, the judge like, "How?" Burglary charge, still goin' to trial Fuck 12, I'ma run a hundred miles Goonwick sellin' water out the vial Trap shit, I got junkies by the pound I just served my uncle, I know that it's foul It's too many niggas, I shot at the crowd (Boom) Bought a new chain, this that bustdown ice I was the one with the drip and the ice Chanel jacket, bitch, I'm drippin' at night I be creepin', nigga, I'm a thief in the night Straight drop, whip in that kitchen at night It's his baby mother but she sneak in at night Catch me a flight, I had to pour the lean on the ice Real homicide, I put the H in the hype Come on the block with the straight drop Mixin', the junkies, they tryna get an eight rock Ran out of dope, had to send 'em to Keezah Got straight drop but I sell 'em the rerock, uh
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