Raq Baby – Goolies (Lyrics & Video)

Goolies – Raq Baby Lyrics

(Here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, but viewing my story) yeah, yeah

Mm, mm, yeah, yeah, yeah

(You wanna fuckin' fight? Like I'm not even motherfuckin' playing with you, Benzo) yeah, yeah

Mm

Every time I can't see all the signs so I got Glock on me all the time

Come in with Gen and Drac' knee high, told momma I'm not her baby now

Ma, it's a lot of ways you can go out, they thinkin' 'bout sprayin' me down, huh

Big bro pass me the Glock, he know I don't mind, just hand me it down

Ooh-wee, we pop out with broomsticks

Put you in the middle of somethin' you got nothin' to do with

She lied to you, said the other one: Don't be too foolish

I'm the gunner, fuck your brother, send 'em to the goolie

Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie

Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie

Yeah, yeah, say, send 'em to the goolie, mm, yeah, huh

I pop hella shit, I got my own bands

Can't flex my brother shit, you know that I'm a grown man

I bet she still in the house, you'll think I named her Homestead

I spread her legs out when we fuck 'cause my lil bitch, she bowlegged

I ride with two toolies, I'm blammin', think I'm stupid

Never seen this movie, 007 shootin'

Go big KRIS to hit somethin', in here, it's not enough roomin'

My whip got more than six gears, you know I'm zoomin'

Don't got no fan, I can't try to cool it

Opps givin' hints, keep talkin' 'bout they gon' kill me, you been tryna do it

Got rich and bought my killers hella guns, I modified my shooter

He tryna act like he get killed but only on computer

Tweakin', pop out both of 'em, Gen, the fire sound like a Ruger

Every time I can't see all the signs so I got Glock on me all the time

Come in with Gen and Drac' knee high, told momma I'm not her baby now

Ma, it's a lot of ways you can go out, they thinkin' 'bout sprayin' me down, huh

Big bro pass me the Glock, he know I don't mind, just hand me it down

Ooh-wee, we pop out with broomsticks

Put you in the middle of somethin' you got nothin' to do with

She lied to you, said the other one: Don't be too foolish

I'm the gunner, fuck your brother, send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie

Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie

Send 'em to the goolie

Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, send 'em to the goolie, mm, yeah

Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie

Send 'em to the goolie, send 'em to the goolie

Send 'em to the goolie

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