Smack a Goober Vol.2 (feat. $ANFI)

Bustin' through this house without a warrant

Like fuck wit all that manner shit, a price is on they forehead

I-I-I need my money now, on some wet worth, I'm snatchin' payment

Muzzle to they temple, left example if they ever short on payment

Ay Ani's what they call me for how Im slittin

Ain't no mercy out here by the way I leave em steamin

They claim they shots precise, I bet you I'm the one who's leavin'

You **** way to cocky, like my glocky, the only difference is I leave em stinkin'

Y'all better cop some floaties when I slide up to yo city

'Fore it might get real busy, I'm poppin' **** like a fizzy

My choppa' rearranging all their organs while I'm itchy

I'm out here pecking skulls, that even pidgey can't get jiggy

On some poliwrath we scrappin'

Or I'm wetting you on site

Ain't no ez-pass, get toatin' or these hollows pierce yo life

On some Boba Fett we scopin, any **** wit a price

Call me swellow I pull acers, that means if I point you die

He wants shots bet lets swipe, like a vet wit this pipe

Snap him fast wit that snipe, he flies up like a kite

I'm a dog so I bite, hes a cat so he hides

Ain't no dodgin' my sight, he gets slumped like night-night (Ha-Ha)

Late night wit the blicky (bitch)

I been playing freeze tag

If he talking iffy

I'ma turn eem to a beanbag

He don't want it wit me

Cus' the grippy take at least half

Yo bitch, I suck her titties

And yo sissy gettin' t-bagged

Pull up

S-s-Sanf in this bitch

I-If he wan talk

He not walk out this bitch

Bullets fly up, like a hawk

Slit my clip

Now he outlined in chalk

Call a doc for this bitch

Bodies flippin' like a gymnast

Had me grinnin' for the physics

Had yo throat like an infection

Makin' noise for all the tenants

Got a racket in my hand

And wit his head I'm playin' tennis

Bitch I'm comin' for yo lettuce

Best believe that I'ma get it (uh, wait)

Who dat, who dat

He don't want smoke, he betta' move back, move back

Twelve gadge on me, wait, he get blew back, too fast

Comin' for yo pese, wait no, who dat, knew dat

Betta' give up, 'fore my .30 finna' blast

He gon' end up in a stretcha', he gon' need a body bag

Bet a **** see the light, but his eyes are turnin' black

Swear the **** like his father, he ain't neva' comin' back