Eddy Baker - Goons lyrics

You were with the goons so what the
Fuck you think that made me
I’m not a gangsta and
No motherfucka played me
I ain’t never been a bitch real shit bitch
I ain’t never been a bitch

Drugs like the 80’s young and living crazy
Fuck you pay me i say this on the daily
West Coast thuggin’ bitch
Fuck em’ never love em’ bitch
I can’t even trust myself
Never will I trust a bitch
All my niggas with the shit
Kill a show then take yo chick
Rolling up Jamaican
That chopper make you rest in piss
Witnesses I’m Mr smith
Good looking and well equipped
Was well as shit
Business man i’m selling shit
Healthy Boyz don’t give a fuck all of us is
If you want my spot you can run
Up but you will get mopped
Thinkin’ you a rott weiler
I turn into a pit extra for yo neck
Rip it out that’s the end of it bitch

-Man What’s wrong with you
-Fuck you looking at nigga?
-I’m still tryna find out, nigga
-Hold up, Hold on we got a
Problem here? We got a problem, nigga?
-Put the gun away, nigga
-Can we have one night where there
Ain’t no fightin’ nobody gets shot?
-Shut Up, Bitch!
-Bitch who the fuck you calling a bitch?
-Get that bitch ass talk to you like that!
-Let's roll punk!