Goonies

(albüm: Fire In The Church - 2016)

[Hook Montana of 300:]
I'm riding with my goonies
We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies
Straight to the top, you know I'm climbing with my goonies
You looking for me, you can find me with that tooly
Grinding with my goonies
I'm riding with my goonies
We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies
Straight to the top, you know I'm climbing with my goonies
You looking for me, you can find me with that tooly
Grinding with my goonies

[Verse 1 Montana of 300:]
I'm riding with my goonies, it's not a movie
Bitch, we really tote them toolies, just bought a uzi
Pop a opp just like a rufie, hangover goofies
Wet yo ass like a jacuzzi, get smoked like pooky
Concrete jungles where we hustle
They show love but they don't love you
I'm a dog, I need a muzzle
I done did more dirt than shovels
I done been in hella traps, I had to dig up out that tunnel
We bought guns to build our muscle, ain't no taking from this puzzle
We kick doors to get our foot in, did things we shouldn't
Hustling, struggling, we was pulling, finessing, jugging
I still rep the hood I stood in, disrespect, I'm trigger pulling
With this ratchet, I'm bout action, no acting, no Cuba Gooding
Pull that mac out, then I black out, let off this pain
I never been the type to tap out, heroine had my OG nodding, bout to pass out
No one, I really, really, lived up in the traphouse, couldn't pull no map out

[Hook Montana of 300:]
Bitch, I'm riding with my goonies
We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies
Straight to the top, you know I'm climbing with my goonies
You looking for me, you can find me with that tooly
Grinding with my goonies
I'm riding with my goonies
We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies
Straight to the top, you know I'm climbing with my goonies
You looking for me, you can find me with that tooly
Grinding with my goonies

[Verse 2 Kevin Gates:]
Breaking bread, Jesus, yeah
Diamond teeth, rubber band bar
Round table, Bread Winner subject
Big discussion with the other landlord
Selling ten, art my God, younging wiggin on the xan bar
'Bout to light a stick of cancer, got along with a dancer
Hustling, I'm not retiring man
Blowing the loud, I get high everyday
Moving in silence, try me
We open fire, just like a firing range
When the love gone, don't come around
(Gun noises), shells on the ground
Free my nigga Rule Boy Blacka
Prison cell, I pray you make it out
Lately, I've been praying on the loud
Never no respond to me at all
I am not afraid to be a muslim
Christian people look at me and frown
Fuck the haters, I'mma keep it pushing
In my circle, they are not allowed
We on now, don't come around
Pay cuts, handshake and smile
But nothing public, thugging, crack a smile
I just flew another nigga but
Shorty say she love if I was dressing bummy
Probably wouldn't wanna stand in front of me
I'm a shooter with a shooter
Bred to win, but born a loser
I done came to the conclusion
This is just a big illusion

[Hook Montana of 300:]
I'm riding with my goonies
We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies
Straight to the top, you know I'm climbing with my goonies
You looking for me, you can find me with that tooly
Grinding with my goonies
I'm riding with my goonies
We all we got, came from the bottom with my goonies
Straight to the top, you know I'm climbing with my goonies
You looking for me, you can find me with that tooly
Grinding with my goonies