Goons lyrics

[Hook]
You were with the goons so what the f*ck you think that made me
I’m not a gangsta and no motherf*cka played me [x4]
I ain’t never been a b*tch
Real sh*t b*tch
I ain’t never been a b*tch
[x8]

[Verse 1]
Drugs like the 80’s
Young and living crazy
f*ck you pay me
I say this on the daily
West Coast thuggin’ b*tch
f*ck em’ never love em’ b*tch
I can’t even trust myself
Never will I trust a b*tch
All my n*ggas with the sh*t
Kill a show then take yo chick
Rolling up Jamaican [?]
That chopper make you rest in p*ss
Witnesses I’m Mr. Smith
Good looking and well equipped
[?] was well as sh*t
Business man i’m selling sh*t
Healthy Boyz don’t give a f*ck
All of us is [?]
If you want my spot you can run up but you will get mopped
Thinkin’ you a rott
Weiler
I turn into a pit
Extra for yo neck
Rip it out that’s the end of it
b*tch
[Hook]

[Outro]
-Man What’s wrong with you
-f*ck you looking at n*gga?
-I’m still tryna find out, n*gga
-Hold up, Hold on. We got a problem here? We got a problem, n*gga?
-Put the gun away, n*gga
-Can we have one night where there ain’t no fightin’; nobody gets shot?
-Shut Up, b*tch!
-b*tch who the f*ck you calling a b*tch?
-Get that b*tch ass. Talk to you like that!
-Lets roll punk!