SheLoveRj - 3 Goats Reunited (feat. SOBchris & Cho Gotti) Lyrics

Boy, I wake up in the morning, got the Glock with me
Send a couple rounds to each of my enemies
If she's taking me the jail, you better do it properly
I tell her to keep going, and she better not stop
If she keep playing, I'ma hit her with the Glock
Not forgetting that, I'ma hit her with my hand
Not forgetting that, I'ma hit her with a pen
All right, let me stop
I done said that before
It be crazy when the cops knocking at the door
And it's a dead man, it's a dead man on the floor
Blood everywhere, and the baby still screaming
Man, it's so crazy that the old man still sleeping
Man, it's so crazy, I'ma kill him
Man, it's so crazy, I'ma kill him while he dreaming
Turn around, shoot his daddy right in the head
Turn around, see his naked woman in the bed
Remember, that's my easy way to get you some bread
So then I keep it moving, and I pass it to the bro
And he better not try to break the bro code
Or Ima get my woman to cut off his lil meat
Go ahead and pass it to the bros
We gon' walk down, two, three
Hit him in his face, now he got a frown
Man, bro, for the spit, the Glock's finna get dirty
Best believe when I show up, she like Stephen Curry
And best believe I get a new girl, eat her like some curry
She tryna ball like Statham and Fleury
And best believe I catch an ox, spit his head up with a tube
Knock him out
Just believe me, man, bro
Watch the Sunday service
Can't wait until you come
I'm on the news
Best believe me, man, bro
Taking W-No-L
And best believe me, man, bro
And best believe me, man, bro
Swipes was on Farewell
Can't go nowhere without
And she go on, stay on state, the country, country, city, city
Think from neck to toe, close
She's from where the broke go
Let my bro serve
And I ain't on my game
Slime and wipe me, niggas know us
Spam and quit to hit a nigga with a hand
Make him pose
Ain't no shawty quit to stock up hoes for us
They got some shawties here, quitting out, compose you, though
And they got some shawties here, quitting out, compose you, though
And they got some shawties here, quitting out, compose you, though
And they got some shawties here, quitting out, compose you, though
And they got some shawties here, quitting out, compose you, though
And they got some floss, and they make you drop the diss track
Benzolibre, ready, dolly, ready, spend back
And we got some shit up in the trunk, sound like a trunk
And it go midnight, and it go boom
Last time I saw him, he was in a f*cking tomb
And I caught that boy lacking, hit him with my chrome
Knock him out, man, this ain't no Google Chrome
We ain't no search bar, got your boy lacking
And we gon' leave him in the package
And let his mama open up the package
She gon' be devastated
Yeah, that go hard, baby
Goddamn
924 on the bitch, finna turn it up
All these niggas got me on the mic, know I'ma f*ck it up
Got the whole city mad about Lil 24
And these niggas already know I'm finna f*cking blow
While I'm knocking at the door, nigga, come outside
I got that tomb waiting on your ass, drop his ass on the floor
And these niggas best believe I'm aiming at your f*cking throat
And your ass better twitching, nigga, body hit the floor
And these niggas better know when they call Lil 24
Bitch, I been on go since the jet, nigga, couldn't tell me shit
And you already know where the f*ck I'm from, nigga
Why the f*ck they dissing me like they don't know my song, nigga
I got the hottest nigga out of Jacksonville, Florida, nigga
I just do this shit for fun
All these niggas know y'all just throw a gun
BB guns up on that shit
Y'all niggas ain't gonna let them blow
Ain't nobody know
Bitch, you know I'm coming for the flow
Heal the blood that's in the stove
Why you peeking out the door
Keep it out the window
Go ahead and let that heater blow
I ain't no motherf*cking Gina, nigga, but I got three words for your ass, boy
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