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Gravel Goons - Icy Draco Lyrics




From the corner, I be shootin' like Ray
Pocket full of blues, deuce and a blade
Off the juice, gettin' loose with your bae
Smooth operator, bumpin' Sade
Got a sweet tooth for pape
The Gravel Goon came to play
You stay away from the fake
And me and my crew can relate, ay

Uh, we stuff the wood with the eighth
I don't got nothin' to say
Feel like the Wu-Tang
When I'm with all of my Goons
You know we chasin' that loot
Booty
I got your back, they got mine
We gonna answer the call of duty
Yeah, we sippin' tequila
Cut up some lime, but I want some Duesse
And baby girl fine, she really a dime
But don't want no boo thang
Goonie till I die, brown boy ballin' it up
Like he triple J
From the 3 or from the paint
Shades on me, keep the hate away
In this double cup, spite mixed with Hennessy
Clutch last minute with the fadeaway
Bitch, I'm him
Gravel goons give 300%
Yeah, thats to the moon, to the top of the shit
Paid attention, so it's all makin' sense
Yeah, I paid my dues
And I owe no one nothin
Mountain views, and I'm still country livin
Yeah, f*ckin' with goonies, and you end up missin

From the corner, I be shootin' like Ray
Pocket full of blues, deuce and a blade
Off the juice, gettin' loose with your bae
Smooth Operator, bumpin Sade
Got a sweet tooth for pape
The Gravel Goons came to play
You stay away from the fake
Then me and my crew can relate

Lil' Cruisey got blues in the Carlhartt coat
If I pop a motherf*cker, I have my bitch write a suicide note
Big Poe pimpin' like a do-or-die quote
Big Poe pimpin' like a do-or-die quote
Lost in the sauce, I'm beside myself
Besides the tool, it's a couple Gravel Goons beside bro
Country boy, go hit the city
Give my 308 number out to some lil' Texas hoes, yeah
Wild out fly shit we been on
Forgiatto spin down the block on low-profile tires
Foo-foo shit, never been on
Only thing I ever probably stole from bro was a lighter
Thick white bitch, gorilla grip like pliers
Give a f*ck that she fine, I done kicked out dimers
Beat up her hole from the back while she moan
Nah I'm not gon' stay, I'm finna go home, watch the wire
Double down, get you some bread and eat scones
Pourin' up that cheap shit in the other bottle
So she'll think it's Patron
Gave her good dick and gave her good life advice
Now she won't leave me alone
Copped a lil' gold Cuban like Miami Vice
After the casino
Eyes on the road, Goonie from the get-go

From the corner, I be shootin' like Ray
Pocket full of blues, deuce and a blade
Off the juice, getting loose with your bae
Smooth operator, bumping Sade
Smooth operator, bumping Sade
Smooth operator, bumping Sade
Uh, Gravel Goon gang, bitch
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From the corner, I be shootin' like Ray
Pocket full of blues, deuce and a blade
Off the juice, gettin' loose with your bae
Smooth operator, bumpin' Sade
Got a sweet tooth for pape
The Gravel Goon came to play
You stay away from the fake
And me and my crew can relate, ay

Uh, we stuff the wood with the eighth
I don't got nothin' to say
Feel like the Wu-Tang
When I'm with all of my Goons
You know we chasin' that loot
Booty
I got your back, they got mine
We gonna answer the call of duty
Yeah, we sippin' tequila
Cut up some lime, but I want some Duesse
And baby girl fine, she really a dime
But don't want no boo thang
Goonie till I die, brown boy ballin' it up
Like he triple J
From the 3 or from the paint
Shades on me, keep the hate away
In this double cup, spite mixed with Hennessy
Clutch last minute with the fadeaway
Bitch, I'm him
Gravel goons give 300%
Yeah, thats to the moon, to the top of the shit
Paid attention, so it's all makin' sense
Yeah, I paid my dues
And I owe no one nothin
Mountain views, and I'm still country livin
Yeah, f*ckin' with goonies, and you end up missin

From the corner, I be shootin' like Ray
Pocket full of blues, deuce and a blade
Off the juice, gettin' loose with your bae
Smooth Operator, bumpin Sade
Got a sweet tooth for pape
The Gravel Goons came to play
You stay away from the fake
Then me and my crew can relate

Lil' Cruisey got blues in the Carlhartt coat
If I pop a motherf*cker, I have my bitch write a suicide note
Big Poe pimpin' like a do-or-die quote
Big Poe pimpin' like a do-or-die quote
Lost in the sauce, I'm beside myself
Besides the tool, it's a couple Gravel Goons beside bro
Country boy, go hit the city
Give my 308 number out to some lil' Texas hoes, yeah
Wild out fly shit we been on
Forgiatto spin down the block on low-profile tires
Foo-foo shit, never been on
Only thing I ever probably stole from bro was a lighter
Thick white bitch, gorilla grip like pliers
Give a f*ck that she fine, I done kicked out dimers
Beat up her hole from the back while she moan
Nah I'm not gon' stay, I'm finna go home, watch the wire
Double down, get you some bread and eat scones
Pourin' up that cheap shit in the other bottle
So she'll think it's Patron
Gave her good dick and gave her good life advice
Now she won't leave me alone
Copped a lil' gold Cuban like Miami Vice
After the casino
Eyes on the road, Goonie from the get-go

From the corner, I be shootin' like Ray
Pocket full of blues, deuce and a blade
Off the juice, getting loose with your bae
Smooth operator, bumping Sade
Smooth operator, bumping Sade
Smooth operator, bumping Sade
Uh, Gravel Goon gang, bitch
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Writer: Angel Madrid-Quintana, Daniel Bencomo, Matthew Frerichs
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