GOODYEAR

Da flow sound sicka over Boog drums ****

It’s a m on dese 16s so da hoods come zippered

Seen ya hood pics and ain’t no hoodlums pictured

At least by da paperwork it ain’t no good ones pictured

Da frame was posed to be fa da portraits n not da gang

Dey gon find you in yo whip wit it scorched n yo hot remains

When u just add da clip to dis torch like you got da Jane

And Dey gon need yo dental records to source it’s John not a Jane

I’m never in no beef on da net if it’s not a chuck roast

 All da ammo fo yo conviction under a nut post

It’s game time put me by the smith ah want where chuck post

Da Only time you tryna wave sumthin is wit brush strokes

See We Mute up in dem courtrooms and on pillow cases

It be gaps in they reports dey tryna fill those spaces

It don’t always be da scrubs don’t blame da Brillo faces

Dat time ain’t always temporary like those dealer plates is

A lot of my shooters don’t make the videos

They make the news they don’t make the videos

You make a scene you gone make the screen

My lil homie he raise the thing its to late to scream

Dey gave Chip a forty piece he got bout a dub in

You take a player out da game dey always got a sub in

Ah send real shots at **** ah don’t send no sublims

Dis forty ain’t no year old virgin dis forty is fuckin

Why you think ah glove shit

Cuz ah don’t want ma scent on it

Maybe ah was out da way and maybe ah was in on it

Dey gon try and 48 you not puttin no spin on it

Dey be bout dey paper just da type dat need a pen on it

Dot above yo brows we tryna victor Maitlin you

Raise a baby in yo crib dat ain’t gon get to waken you

Ah just hit da snooze button den we get away from you

Dey gon let you build yo team then take da brick n clay from you

Dey gon Tear it all down

You wanna dance you get a ball gown

You loyal to da gang and ah get up you get a call down

You gon know we don’t rock wit you we ain’t gon let yo ball bounce

Next time we see you you better flee like it’s a dog round

Or you take these bald rounds

Steve without da man unit

Right there on yo lawn grounds

Leave wit ambulance units

You thought we was ridin wit these drums so you could jam to it

Nah we want dem lil bricks you cooked dat got a tan to it

A lot of my shooters don’t make the videos

They make the news they don’t make the videos

You make a scene you gone make the screen

My lil homie he raise the thing its to late to scream