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GOOBERS
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Bitch we gettin' down
Cause the GOOBERS in your town
I ain't talkin' 'bout no motherfuckin' SpongeBob
Our name is going 'round, while you lookin' like a clown
If you talkin' on the gang, you get cut off
Posted with the gang and we causing a rapture
Bitch, it's the finale, it's the final chapter
GOOBERS going up and everybody come after
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck, man, I'm sick of all these damn lies
Fake ass rappers tryna pretend like you can't die
My whole life changed when I saw my only mother cry
So for my family and my ****, I up that damn fye
Fah, fah, fah
Bitch, it's OMINVS, I'm constantly thinking about
These thoughts inside my head
Probably better if I'm dead
Pussy wanted the static, so now this knife up to his neck
Now his blood up on my sweatshirt
It look better if it's red
And like what if I was dead
All I'd want is to get my credit
All them designer and shiny things
Ain't gonna get you no leverage
I got a mix of intentions
And always wondering which are wrong
But I be takin' my time
I'll let you know when it's time to go, hoe
Who that?
Throw this shit on and she move that
And like what if I was deadshippin' it out but don't move crack
And sorry I'm late, do excuse that
I need double and triple the salary for those
That help me put all these motherfuckers on
Airing it out before the curtain close
Dropping more shit than they did on Saigon
One more time and then here come the rapture
Destine for something, you'll see what come after
We breaking our back, expectations we shatter
The GOOBERS is up, that's the fact of the matter
We that motherfuckin' team
It's that G, double O, and B
Yeah it's a bunch of crazy fucks
Cookin' up some shit you never seen
I been on a chase, runnin' up the racks
Mo' money, got a hundred K
Swervin' off a tab, bro not gettin' the time of day
He not on the map, we got different plans
We left him behind, we on tour
So we countin' bands
Tell ya mans, he a little bitch
Chin check ya whole gang
They too pussy, they gon' snitch
My lil Ruger 5-7 'gon show you that I don't miss
How I pull up in that beamer
I just pull up with the blick
Shootin' like the NBA
Lil bitch, you know that I don't play
Doesn't matter what beat, bitch
I kill this shit like anyways
I'm still going hard when I be whispering
I ain't leave no witnesses
She talk a lot and she ask me if I'm listenin'
Like who? What do you mean?
Lil bitch, who the fuck is you?
All my bills depressed
You know my car door's suicidal too
Bitch says, "Tsu, you're killing it"
I know bitch, that ain't nothing new
Say you knew me, but the new me ain't really 'gon fuck with you
Yeah, if I was you, I think I'd be on suicide watch
I'mma catch a body fit, black gloves, nylon
Bitch I know I'm petty, I ain't letting go of bygones
I'm a triple six demon, got you sleepin' with the lights on
Ay, ay
Double it, triple it, make money, flippin' it
I got the mothafuckin' energy missin'
My tweakin' persistent, I'm easily dissin'
These rappers who cappin', they trap when they isn't
My vision is limited, smoke from the blunt
I'm coughin' like shit, got me fucked on the runts
I'm hobblin' home, tryna keep up my balance
I stumble, I break, ain't no talent about this
I'm travelin', shows ain't the only mission
I be makin' a habit of tour bus livin'
Fuck around with the team, ain't no twos can visit
Take a look at my belt, only toolies in it
Got the heat on my waist, I administer pain
Chrome to your head, that's confetti and brains
I'm spittin' too fast, I might need me a break
I'm signing off, sayonara, seeya late'
You ain't shit to me
Get the fuck out my face
Ten toes deep, huh
Well you better pick the pace up
Fuck, shit
If you ever lackin' pesos
You ain't ever gonna earn respect
Learn ya place, hoe
And my shooter's choppa sing
Hit the same note
In the back, I'm pullin' all the strings, like a capo
You ain't safe
Shooters headin' straight for your state
Hide the gun sounds, behind the bass
Feelin' like I'm dead, but I'm not like a zombie
Fiening, and I'm fiening, and I'm fiening
Try to haunt me
I'm feeling like I'm Luffy, gotta catch another bounty
Pouring rivers, from his face, all I see are nosebleeds
Poppin' it, and lockin' it, and droppin' it
I'm makin' these Ks and I pocket it
Get the fuck out my face, cause I'm rockin' it
Reaching for my gun, and I'm cockin' it
Ay, stop
You on Discord, you ain't got opps
Clean you up with a damn mop
Chop him, pop him, he ain't walking
Yeah, that's a full stop
You are chump, have a fucking clip dumped
Glock 19 up in your face, get paper like it's buddy bucks
I'mma level up, I don't give a fuck
Since you wanna taste of Team One, your body is in the trunk
Ay, bitch
I'm on a motherfucking killing spree
Pussy ass **** ain't getting ahead of me
Pussy ass ****'s a dumb fuck
If you really think he can get the damn best of me
It's okay if you say you never lie
Team One up in this bitch
Team Two, you're gonna die
Now our time is up
But we don't give a fuck
This the finale, so you better fucking run it up
Talkin' on the GOOBS, well you outta luck
This the finale, so you better fucking run it up
So you better fucking run it up
Written by: GO OB ERS
