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GOOBERS - TROGLODYTE lyrics

Artist: GOOBERS

album: CHECKING IN


Hold on wait, you thought you ate?
Nah nah nah, give me that plate bitch
Got me a glock and the bullets gon turn him to bits
Like the boy was just streaming on Twitch
Woke up with violence
I feel like a virus pop up at his windows just like I'm glitch
I'm with the goobers we snap like switch
If he doesn't listen throw him a ditch
Hold on wait, you thought you ate?
Nah nah nah, give me that plate bitch
Got me a glock and the bullets gon turn him to bits
Like the boy was just streaming on Twitch
Woke up with violence
I feel like a virus pop up at his windows just like I'm glitch
I'm with the goobers we snap like switch
If he doesn't listen throw him a ditch
Fa fa fa
Sounding off ARs
End up on liveleak or caught up on worldstar
Wars with these ammos and clips make the world start
Give yo main bitch the banana no go kart
Mario kart I'm skirting off the track
Then imma skrrt on yo main hoes back
Bars upon bars is the shit I don't lack
They wonder why I'm just now into rap
Y'all troglodytes and I got a benz
Y'all don't got my friends in high places
Y'all don't wanna turn round and face this
Y'all just wanna stay complacent
Heart racin', I'm chasin'
Running these the numbers like stations
And I can see in your faces
You gon pull up, shell cases, ugh fuck it
Rip you apart, no funeral, oh shit
Think you big till I'm here, throat slit
You can beg but I'm not there, useless
Klover it's a damn mag, no clip
Ultrakill, I pay the bills
Stay controlled, I'm poppin' pills
Ops'll think it's Silent Hills
I'm just doin' this for thrills
Umm hold on
Lil bitch she grabbin' up all on my pants
I'm fucking yo bitch I need head in advance
Kicking yo teeth I got blood on my vans
Wait
But imma just put myself onto her friend
Shawty she wanna hop up in a benz
I got a crib on me I never rent
Thousand on my bitch
Get this guap
Mask on my face
Hesitate to pull this way
I'm about to to blow your brains
Shout out to the goobers cuz we always end up finding ways
To find your baby mama in the crib, under fucking shade
Red dot
Hol' up quick, lemme get you a headshot
Wrap up your body 'n open up your plot
Don't gotta hide unless you a dead op
Leave you in dust, cremated in lean
Take all my shots, I'm a machine
You really thinkin' you right?
Ya fuckin' troglodyte
We built this shit, we made our sound
While you livin' on the ground
Take a look, you ain't our bound
Pyrite lookin' all around
Me and Goobers comin' back
From the grave, we run this track
Pussy boy, we made the rack
Gave yourself a heart attack
Bitch I been burnin' purple haze
Swervin' doin' 180 while I'm countin' my numbered days
Fuckin staring at my grave
But I ain't gonna cave, hoe
Pop pop, you done, dumbass just made my gun blow
Ugh fuck bitch
You lookin' like a target
You a dumb motherfucker if you really wanna start shit
Step up to us, leave you shaken and stirred
Bitch you ain't even close nah that shit is absurd
I didn't come to fuck you up but I will not count it out
Said I been doin' it for the music but you do it for the clout hoe
Lil bitch I'm sprayin' best start prayin'
Got 2 horns on my head like I'm satan
And I don't give no fuck if you hatin'
Come my way n ima have you skatin'
I said bow bow bow
Now that boy on the run
Yeah gotta kick some ass
Just ran outta bubble gum
Got a murder case up on my name
Like bro tryna step imma put em to shame
Big ass chop point it right at his brain
Big ass chop they gon run when I aim bitch
Air it out with the stick I been up on my Aang shit
Fye to his buds left that fuck nigga tasteless
Bro wanna talk but he know that he ain't shit
Put bro in the ground now that fuck nigga ancient
Put bro in the ground now that fuck nigga dead
This chop got a dick it's gon fuck up his head
My niggas get more
You niggas get less
Jus' like a pencil we pushing that lead
I'm pushing that lead right into his noggin'
Red dot on the pole make that fuck nigga stop it
Glock in my hand it gon blast like a rocket
Spin down the block got a fuck nigga nauseous
Make a motherfucker nauseous
Banging on his head
Got a 30 fucking clip
It gon fill you wit' some lead
Boy
What a shame I gotta say
Cause I thought you were dead
But you came back to life
So where's what imma say bitch
Vatch a murder case
Boy I ain't talking homicide
223's and 2 twin glocks
Spraying on the inside
Apologize for your demise
Come out outside
Night time suicide
Pussy boy
It's time to fucking fly bitch

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