Big Goddo Flaco, yeah
Man, I f*ckin' hate my job
Got me havin' second thoughts
Out here lookin' for a place to rob
Might as well be a janitor
Cause I stay with mops
Guns, blades and duct tape
Layin' all on that tabletop
Labels better pray to God
That I don't walk up in that bitch
And spray the chop
At this point, just pray my aim is off
No survivors, no surprises
F*ck it, let's take hostages
Today's rappers are weenies, straight sausages
Perky got me waddlin'
I'm a 90's baby, so my problems stay bottled in
Till I pop and my Glock
Aim for brains, blood, and cartilage
I'll have you chalked up
Lookin' like you f*ckin' modeling
For a coffin
Big Goddo back and I'm out my nonsense
Probably see me beatin' out hookers in the projects
Stranglin' opps in plain view, I love the conflict
Just know I got a bomb equipped
Stop askin' how long Big Goddo been Osama Bin
Or I'ma bomb this bitch, I brought the trauma kit
We storm your f*ckin' crib like some army men
Chop sticks, cause I don't feel like arguing
You ain't gotta open that door, bitch, I'm bargin' in
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Big Goddo Flaco, yeah
Man, I f*ckin' hate my job
Got me havin' second thoughts
Out here lookin' for a place to rob
Might as well be a janitor
Cause I stay with mops
Guns, blades and duct tape
Layin' all on that tabletop
Labels better pray to God
That I don't walk up in that bitch
And spray the chop
At this point, just pray my aim is off
No survivors, no surprises
F*ck it, let's take hostages
Today's rappers are weenies, straight sausages
Perky got me waddlin'
I'm a 90's baby, so my problems stay bottled in
Till I pop and my Glock
Aim for brains, blood, and cartilage
I'll have you chalked up
Lookin' like you f*ckin' modeling
For a coffin
Big Goddo back and I'm out my nonsense
Probably see me beatin' out hookers in the projects
Stranglin' opps in plain view, I love the conflict
Just know I got a bomb equipped
Stop askin' how long Big Goddo been Osama Bin
Or I'ma bomb this bitch, I brought the trauma kit
We storm your f*ckin' crib like some army men
Chop sticks, cause I don't feel like arguing
You ain't gotta open that door, bitch, I'm bargin' in
Man, I f*ckin' hate my job
Got me havin' second thoughts
Out here lookin' for a place to rob
Might as well be a janitor
Cause I stay with mops
Guns, blades and duct tape
Layin' all on that tabletop
Labels better pray to God
That I don't walk up in that bitch
And spray the chop
At this point, just pray my aim is off
No survivors, no surprises
F*ck it, let's take hostages
Today's rappers are weenies, straight sausages
Perky got me waddlin'
I'm a 90's baby, so my problems stay bottled in
Till I pop and my Glock
Aim for brains, blood, and cartilage
I'll have you chalked up
Lookin' like you f*ckin' modeling
For a coffin
Big Goddo back and I'm out my nonsense
Probably see me beatin' out hookers in the projects
Stranglin' opps in plain view, I love the conflict
Just know I got a bomb equipped
Stop askin' how long Big Goddo been Osama Bin
Or I'ma bomb this bitch, I brought the trauma kit
We storm your f*ckin' crib like some army men
Chop sticks, cause I don't feel like arguing
You ain't gotta open that door, bitch, I'm bargin' in
Writer: Tristan Gomez
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