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Goolies
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W trasie
Hip-Hop
Utwór Goolies został wydany 15 lipca 2026 przez Santa Anna jako część albumu Still Spillin
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Ostatnie 7 dni
01:15 - 01:20
Goolies był najczęściej odkrywanym utworem w czasie około 1 minuty and 15 sekundy do w ciągu ostatniego tygodnia
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Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raq baby
Raq baby
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Bedford
Brian Bedford
Songwriter
Rubama Meigs Adam
Rubama Meigs Adam
Songwriter
Alvaro Goitisolo Garcia
Alvaro Goitisolo Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benzo
Benzo
Producer
XVL
XVL
Producer
Joseph Donahue
Joseph Donahue
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Vocal Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Chorus]
Every time I can't see all the signs so I got Glock on me all the time
Come in with gen, the Drac' knee high
Told Momma I'm not a baby now, Ma, it's a lot of ways you can go out
They thinking 'bout spraying me down
Big bro pass me the Glock, he know I don't mind, just hand-me-down
Ooh-wee, we pop out with broomsticks
Put you in the middle of sum you got nothing to do with
"She lied to you," said the other one, "Don't be too foolish"
I'm the gunner, fuck yo' brudda, send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I pop hella shit, I got my own bands
Can't flex my brudda shit, you know that I'm a grown man
I bet she still in the house, you'll think I named her Homestead
I spread her legs out when we fuck 'cause my lil' bitch, she bowlegged
I ride with two toolies, I'm blamming, think I'm stupid
Never seen this movie, 007 shootin'
Go big Kris to hit sum, in here, it's not enough roomin'
My whip got more then six gears, you know I'm zoomin'
Don't got no fan, I can't try to cool it
Opps giving hints, keep talkin' 'bout they gon' kill me, you been tryna do it
Got rich and bought my killers, hella guns, I modified my shooter
He tryna act like he get killed but only on computer
Tweaking, pop out both of 'em, Gen, the fire sound like a Ruger
[Chorus]
Every time I can't see all the signs so I got Glock on me all the time
Come in with gen, the Drac' knee high
Told Momma I'm not a baby now, Ma, it's a lot of ways you can go out
They thinking 'bout spraying me down
Big bro pass me the Glock, he know I don't mind, just hand-me-down
Ooh-wee, we pop out with broomsticks
Put you in the middle of sum you got nothing to do with
"She lied to you," said the other one, "Don't be too foolish"
I'm the gunner, fuck yo' brudda, send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Yeah
[Outro]
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Send 'em to the goolie
Written by: Alvaro Goitisolo Garcia, Brian Bedford, Rubama Meigs Adam
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