Goblin (First Day Out)

Ayy, that's stupid fault You learn from some dummies, stupid taught him My headphones up all the way There it go He say fire Flame, I'm spicy hot Quit typing shit go fucking die You talking Shh' yeah i shot em' You talking bout D.B yeah I robbed em' G-O-B-L-N G-O-B-L-I-N I'm a goblin Ayy, what You talking Shh' yeah i shot em' You talking bout D.B hell yeah nigga I robbed em' G-O-B-L-I-N I'm a motherfuckin' goblin I'm a beast, I can't be tamed I'm a motherfuckin' problem What is Opps, man, I don't got him I promote that violence Yeah, I love that drama Man, fuck this fame I'm hoppin' out, stand over a Nigga, gone see these diamonds We was pullin' up, he was walkin' out that's perfect timing Show the flame, hell yeah, "like, let me out", I popped him Team full of bullies, we all screamin', who gon' stop me These bitches know I know where home at I love my baby mama, she love her baby father, aye Keep it real, shit we in love, just bein' honest You got a kid, money childish Kid, money toddler When I'm in them guts, she know she call me papi I be ignorin' these bitches, she like, why you dog me Got my son right now while I'm recording Bro nem' scored again, somebody tell them boys to forfeit Eight ounces, Enfamil for Melo, and a four of Wock for me, I just poured it Got this this shit in order, can't wait to have a daughter I just had another son on April 1st, and named him Carson I'm a brick walker Think I'm a lick, bitch, come chalk me And my B.M, I'm thick as shit, take off these G-stars, We Rawin', I don't got no flaws Bitch, I'm crack hard, nigga, super soft, aye Aye KY, when we be spinnin through that shit with stupid sauce This is dummy, slided and died Shit, that's stupid fault Had to learn from some dummies, stupid taught I got three Glocks and two chops Pizza boy, don't get boxed All my shit, automatic (Fye' Fye') Hot Froggy how I'm jumpin' out She ain't let me hit back then but now you ugly now They gon' suck the brown off this bitch cause I get money now Fire, flame, I'm spicy hot Test this shit gon' fuckin' die Four In' blues, I'm super high I step out in Gucci flops Still I got this pocket rock Get knocked out them Nike socks Don't move in this bitch I had to rob him before i up and fye' Fye' fye' fye' I had to rob him 'fore I up and uh' Aye come here Ayy, touch them pockets Then I fye' fye' fye' fye', nigga And I'm super high Fire, flame, I'm stupid hot And I'm crack hard Nigga, super soft I'm a fuckin' dog I'm a beast up in this bitch problem won't get solved nigga Give me that check, man