Big Mike, French Montana - Goon Music lyrics

Know we just spittin' bars boss Don Biggavel
Broad Street Bully, Macaroni With The Cheese
French Montana (C'mon)
Got the boy rockin' with me
Yeah you know we all just spittin' bars
(Sigel) yeah

The Bully nigga, harder than Levi denims
My 45th, I'ma put long 3-5's in 'em
Twist backwoods, never put my haze in a dutch
Stay drunk off that shit Wayne
Keep in his cup
And I hate y'all YouTube niggas
When the cameras on
Talk about what you gon' do to niggas
When the hammers drawn
You fold up and hoo-koo nigga
This ain't no song, dog I will do you niggas
Don't none of y'all want it with Big Ock
Hit you with the small Smith
Wess or the big Glock


Give you a wig shot, small knife or big razor
Open up ya chest like Vics Vapor
You ass, I'm the shit, you just constipated
Your flow trash, mines Switz, so complicated
Flow easy on the track like
The Doctor made it
State P and Gain Greezy, you got to hate it

Cop a couple V's, couple of E's
I'm icy like nuttin' but skis
Nuttin' in ya sleeze, get her knocked up
I'm a greaseball, heat
Boss, comin' full-speed, no free call
Both the mean way
Spoke to Satan on the three-way
Had ya baby-moms playin' DJ (DJ)
We play, all up in the clouds
Dick all up in ya mouth
Bigga got the answer, stamina, Georgey
Pudding pie
I kiss the girls, I made 'em cry
Made 'em fade the eye
Off the water, slaughter
Daddy I'm raw, I can buss in ya daughter
Florida, headed out west for Diego
These niggas want seven
Chi-Chi go get the yayo
Coke all white like mayo
Halos all over ya head, like
An angel, strangle you, oww

Yes indeed
My goons will spray up the room like graffiti
Homie only thing locked up, K's in the closet
Only thing you checkin' is
The money you deposit
Talkin' outta line, talkin' outta order
Nigga outta line, I put him outta order
You fuckin' with them lines I'll
Get you outta order
My money long, I'll make ya day shorter
Like celebit, lions, tigers, pelicans
4-4 nose like a elephant
I ball like Bob Cousy
And you a cop-off Dooly, ya are movie
I'm the real deal
Got your bitch on a blue pill
Akon gave me two mill
That's a whole lotta money in the stashbox
I'll push ya head back like a ragtop
Rock gators like the Florida mascot
Reach for my chain get ya head chopped

Scarlett did things, I was gettin' 16 at 15
I watched fritz teens sell
Coke to Mitch Green
Young girl runnin' the street
With tight jeans
Big dreams to get cream and whip things
Now listen, this gram pitchin'
I had ambition watched my ex man cook up
In my gram's kitchen he moved rock
He moved more bird than Padoodot
Federal watch if in get up you hot
Raised in the struggle
Got my ways from my mother
I'm not easy to touch
Y'all niggas won't touch her
Niggas had fun, but I'm
From the ball players
To the actors and rappers, I done did 'em
Got me nowhere, I ain't gotta go there
Biggy told me go hard, no fair, this yo' year
And y'all ain't never been
Through the struggle, man
And y'all don't know my trouble, man

Cru got me leanin' like a lowrider
We're never slippin'
I slam a clip in and get
The shit spittin' quicker than Flo-Rida
No, nada, nigga in this game safe
Call him Potato Head when
I rearrange his game-face shake the league
Referees spin and the game take
Karma take his Shuffle, get
The name straight, it's Mustard
Spread it on the street
Get his brains busted spread it on the heat
Mark his prey as we speak
Fuck a hand-to hand, grams of tan, any nigga
Man for man talk sideways and won't guard
The fuck you think I am
I can get Frenchy and put a whole in a nigga
Or flip it like Maxi with dubs
That blow for a nigga
Drugs to grow for a nigga
Love to show for a nigga
Pull it out the pocket
And snuff that whore for a nigga