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goobers - troglodyte lyrics

hold on wait, you thought you ate?
nah nah nah, give me that plate b+tch
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 a switch
if he doesn’t listen, throw him in a ditch

anything goes wrong, anything at all
i’m gonna blow your head off
it’s as simple as that
hold on wait, you thought you ate?
nah nah nah, give me that plate b+tch
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 a switch
if he doesn’t listen, throw him in 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 b+tch the banana
no go kart
mario kart
i’m skrrting off the track
then imma skrrt on yo main hoes back
bars upon bars is the sh+t i dont 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, sh+ll cases, ugh f+ck it
rip you apart, no funeral, oh sh+t
think you big till i’m here, throat slit
you can beg but i’m not there, useless
klover it’s a d+mn mag, no clip
ultrak!ll, 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 b+tch she grabbin’ up all on my pants
i’m f+cking yo b+tch i need head in advance
kicking yo t++th i got blood on my vans
uh, wait
but ima 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 b+tch
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 f+cking shade

red dot
hol’ up quick, lemme get you a head shot
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 f+ckin’ troglodyte
we built this sh+t, 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
p+ssy boy, we made the rack
gave yourself a heart attack
b+tch i been burnin’ purple haze
swervin’ doin 180 while i’m countin’ my numbered days
f+ckin staring at my grave
but i ain’t gonna cave, hoe
pop pop, you done, dumbass just made my gun blow
ugh, f+ck, b+tch
you lookin like a target
you a dumb motherf+cker if you really wanna start sh+t
step up to us, leave you shaken and stirred
b+tch you ain’t even close nah that sh+t is absurd
i didn’t come to f+ck 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 b+tch i’m sprayin’
best start prayin’
got 2 h+rns on my head like i’m satan
and i don’t give no f+ck if you hatin’
come my way n ima have you skatin’
i said bow bow bow
now that boy on the run
yeah i 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 b+tch
air it out with the stick i been up on my aang sh+t
fye to his buds left that f+ck n+gga tasteless
bro wanna talk but he know that he ain’t sh+t
put bro in the ground now that f+ck n+gga ancient
put bro in the ground now that f+ck n+gga dead
this chop got a d+ck it’s gon’ f+ck up his head
my n+ggas get more
you n+ggas get less
jus like a pencil we pushing that lead
i’m pushing that lead right into his knoggin’
red dot on the pole make that f+ck n+gga stop it
glock in my hand it gon’ blast like a rocket
spin down the block got a f+ck n+gga nauseous

make a motherf+cker nauseous
banging on his head
got a 30 f+cking 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 b+tch
catch a murder case
boy i ain’t talking homicide
223s and 2 twin glocks
spraying on the inside
apologize for your demise
come out outside
night time suicide
p+ssy boy
it’s time
to f+cking fly b+tch

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