Only got guns in the dirty house
Only got guns in the dirty house
Only thing is guns in the dirty house
Pounds in the trap so I’m whippin’ a birdie now
Trap sh#t, turn a four to a eight ounce
I stay with a draco, I stay with a K now
Serve a junkie, yeah, right at the playground
Slimegoon, kick your door where the safe now
Ice, ice, whip a birds like I’m A-town
AR pistol hit him up, make him lay down
Uh, yeah it’s the first of the month
Junkies coming so I’m serving them crunch
g#dd#mn, Goonrich you the one
Serving the underhand out the trunk
Ducking from twelve, n#gg# had to run
Too much sauce, gave it to myself
Try and rob, got the drip from my aunt
Pour a four of Wock, I move slow
Uh, hit the kitchen then I f#ck it up
.2-3 hit his #ss make him double-dutch
Uh, she suckin’ my dick on a plane
f#cking that b#tch and I’m spilling my lean
Just spilled some drank, b#tch you know what I drink
I’m scoring up knocks and I’m doing my thing
Uh, got a new Glock 23
Gucci bag, can’t fit in my jeans
Only thing is guns in the dirty house
Pounds in the trap so I’m whippin’ a birdie now
Trap sh#t, turn a four to a eight ounce
I stay with a draco, I stay with a K now
Serve a junkie, yeah, right at the playground
Slimegoon, kick your door where the safe now
Ice, ice, whip a birds like I’m A-town
AR pistol hit him up, make him lay down
Only thing is guns in the dirty house
Pounds in the trap so I’m whippin’ a birdie now
Trap sh#t, turn a four to a eight ounce
I stay with a draco, I stay with a K now
Serve a junkie, yeah, right at the playground
Slimegoon, kick your door where the safe now
Ice, ice, whip a birds like I’m A-town
AR pistol hit him up, make him lay down
Uh, put his b#tch-ass in the trunk
Once a problem, better knock a few
Still a serve a jay, right out the trunk
Come get a bag, n#gg# what you want
Run it up, better run up the money
31, still serving a junkie
Give me a brick n#gg# when I front me
Molly, ‘cet, ten, n#gg# got the junkies
Uh, pull up on me I’ma send you the addy
f#ckin’ that b#tch, yeah, right in the Cadi’
Hundred pounds, put that sh#t in the attic
f#ckin’ that b#tch, she callin’ me daddy
Her phone for the plug, she send me the addy
My young n#gg#s in the house they go savvy
Glock 23 ain’t doin’ no jammin’, huh, Goonrich
Only thing is guns in the dirty house
Pounds in the trap so I’m whippin’ a birdie now
Trap sh#t, turn a four to a eight ounce
I stay with a draco, I stay with a K now
Serve a junkie, yeah, right at the playground
Slimegoon, kick your door where the safe now
Ice, ice, whip a birds like I’m A-town
AR pistol hit him up, make him lay down
Only thing is guns in the dirty house
Pounds in the trap so I’m whippin’ a birdie now
Trap sh#t, turn a four to a eight ounce
I stay with a draco, I stay with a K now
Serve a junkie, yeah, right at the playground
Slimegoon, kick your door where the safe now
Ice, ice, whip a birds like I’m A-town
AR pistol hit him up, make him lay down
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