Goonew, Lil Dude, Xanman - Show Me lyrics
[Goonew, Lil Dude, Xanman - Show Me lyrics]
(Ha, Goonrich, nigga, let's go, ha) go
John Cena I can't even see these niggas
It's a lot of rounds when
We pullin' them triggers
I'm big slime, I ain't trustin' no nigga
Ha, let's go i ain't even playin' with him
Get over top of that we tryna blam him
Somebody gon' die tonight, 'cause Goonrich
I ain't playin' with 'em, uh
I be with them killers, the robbers
The steppers and drug dealers
I'm rockin' Givenchy
Balenciaga I ain't rockin' no Hilfiger
(Givenchy, Balenciaga nigga)
You fucked up act like you don't know a nigga
Caught him at Top Golf, put a hole in him
Fuck that lil' bitch she a gold digger
Passin' that pistol nigga he ain't no killer
I'm takin' them RP 10s
Bluffin' like shit you ain't spinnin' no bins
AMG I'ma spin in a Benz
Niggas be tippin' I thought we was men
This ARP I'ma press him
Thought you was street ain't
Applyin' the pressure
Fantastic 4 the 40 gon' stretch him
Ten band jugg lil' bitch it'll cap you
Your bitch on my crotch
She like how I'm dressin'
Pull up with the drugs, they call me Ray
Got shot in his leg, I call it a EpiPen
(Trapnanana) whole lotta fat shit big nigga
With the racks on him
Uh, Trapnanana
There was a time I used to have testers
Shoot his big homie gon' teach him a lesson
Tie up the plug, and take him to a desert
Brodie like Han, he shoot with his left hand
I'm slidin' with cuz
You know that's my right hand
I was in the trap, before all this rap shit
A young nigga glew up, that was a accident
When the Extar hit
He be doin' them backflips
When he got caught in the trenches
They stripped him and trapped him (Blllrt)
They'll never tell you how niggas be actin'
(Let's go) these niggas ain't right
These niggas don't tap in
Ha, double back, we get this shit, poppin'
Young niggas geeked up, Glocks poppin'
Too many clips, keepin' it rockin' (Blllrt)
Bad lil' bitch and I bought her some bottoms
(Bah) uh, let's go (Let's go)
I put that shit on the road
I got a cape but I ain't savin' a ho
I got a blood bitch she tryna smoke, uh
Pour lean while I'm fuckin' a ho
Five bands, gotta pay what you owe (Five)
Fifty bands, get that shit for the low
(Fifty)
Don't ask me questions man that shit is a no
Ha, let's go, huh, yeah
(Ha, let's go nigga, we ain't playin' with
These niggas we tryna get it off, huh)
Ha, nigga (Ha, I'm passin' that bitch and
I give and I go) ha, ha, ha
(Ha, these niggas be bluffin'
They bitches be floatin')
And I'm tryna slide tonight
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
(Ha, yeah, what, uh uh uh uh)
And I'm tryna slide tonight
(Buhm-buhm-buhm-buh)
(Ha, ha, uh, and I'm tryna slide tonight)
John Cena I can't even see these niggas
It's a lot of rounds when
We pullin' them triggers
I'm big slime, I ain't trustin' no nigga
Ha, let's go i ain't even playin' with him
Get over top of that we tryna blam him
Somebody gon' die tonight, 'cause Goonrich
I ain't playin' with 'em, uh
I be with them killers, the robbers
The steppers and drug dealers
I'm rockin' Givenchy
Balenciaga I ain't rockin' no Hilfiger
(Givenchy, Balenciaga nigga)
You fucked up act like you don't know a nigga
Caught him at Top Golf, put a hole in him
Fuck that lil' bitch she a gold digger
Passin' that pistol nigga he ain't no killer
I'm takin' them RP 10s
Bluffin' like shit you ain't spinnin' no bins
AMG I'ma spin in a Benz
Niggas be tippin' I thought we was men
This ARP I'ma press him
Thought you was street ain't
Applyin' the pressure
Fantastic 4 the 40 gon' stretch him
Ten band jugg lil' bitch it'll cap you
Your bitch on my crotch
She like how I'm dressin'
Pull up with the drugs, they call me Ray
Got shot in his leg, I call it a EpiPen
(Trapnanana) whole lotta fat shit big nigga
With the racks on him
Uh, Trapnanana
There was a time I used to have testers
Shoot his big homie gon' teach him a lesson
Tie up the plug, and take him to a desert
Brodie like Han, he shoot with his left hand
I'm slidin' with cuz
You know that's my right hand
I was in the trap, before all this rap shit
A young nigga glew up, that was a accident
When the Extar hit
He be doin' them backflips
When he got caught in the trenches
They stripped him and trapped him (Blllrt)
They'll never tell you how niggas be actin'
(Let's go) these niggas ain't right
These niggas don't tap in
Ha, double back, we get this shit, poppin'
Young niggas geeked up, Glocks poppin'
Too many clips, keepin' it rockin' (Blllrt)
Bad lil' bitch and I bought her some bottoms
(Bah) uh, let's go (Let's go)
I put that shit on the road
I got a cape but I ain't savin' a ho
I got a blood bitch she tryna smoke, uh
Pour lean while I'm fuckin' a ho
Five bands, gotta pay what you owe (Five)
Fifty bands, get that shit for the low
(Fifty)
Don't ask me questions man that shit is a no
Ha, let's go, huh, yeah
(Ha, let's go nigga, we ain't playin' with
These niggas we tryna get it off, huh)
Ha, nigga (Ha, I'm passin' that bitch and
I give and I go) ha, ha, ha
(Ha, these niggas be bluffin'
They bitches be floatin')
And I'm tryna slide tonight
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
(Ha, yeah, what, uh uh uh uh)
And I'm tryna slide tonight
(Buhm-buhm-buhm-buh)
(Ha, ha, uh, and I'm tryna slide tonight)