Blackstheg - My Goons (feat. Munchie) Lyrics

In the club with all of my goons, my goons
We strapped up and we keepin' them tools,the tools
We smoke loud and we smell up the room,the room
All my niggas they don't follow the rules,the rules
And you know I keep the tools
All my niggas know I keep the tool
And they know I never follow rules
All my niggas know that I'm a fool
Hit a nigga with the boom-boom-boom
All my niggas know that we gon' spray
We play for the keeps every time we play
All my niggas real we don't pretend
We gon' keep it G till the end
The Dutch Quarter of Saint Maarten where I come from On the block used to be seven niggas with
A Glock .45 and you know we got a big drum
Try to jack me I really pull the trigger
I still remember the days that we had to hit them licks
I'm juggin' that cash now I'm grown I'm makin' them 30 grand flips
In the club with
All of my goons, my goons They be strapped up and we keepin' them tools them tools
We smoke Loud and we smell up the room, The room
We G M B and we follow no rules, no rules
In the club with all of my goons, my goons
We strapped up and we keepin' them tools them tools
We smoke Loud and we smell up the room
The room G M B be the team, so f*ck the rules
And I will bust my tool Dropped out of college, started trappin
Need money right now, I made it happen
The feds and the D.A. try to grab me
Dodge the law like skrtttt, not happenin
Conceal the work and I push it through customs
And when the pack come in, niggas bust down
Everyday juggin' we got some more customers
Flexin' on niggas cause bitch I'm a hustler
G M B be the team, bosses no runners
Niggas want beef but my shooters like hunters
Got a new trap and I roll it all summer
I switch my trap house like bitches switch underwear
Sendin' the packs out to Florida, Delaware
I send them to Amsterdam, wrap them in special care
I be wrappin' them up and I'm sendin' them everywhere
I don't give a f*ck, I send them packs up to the moon, the moon
We strapped up and we keepin' them tools, the tools
We smoke Loud and we smell up the room, the room
This G M B we don't follow the rules, no rules
In the club with all of my goons, my goons
We be strapped up and we keepin' them tools, them tools
We smoke loud and we smell up the room, the room
And we never like to follow no rules, no rules
And you know I keep the tools
Kicked out of school cause I wanna act the ass, I don't wanna go to class
And I open up your bag while I nip it, cause I got the gas in there
You can catch me post it, probably shakin' my jet, countin' all these dicks
Rippin' off some ass, just put it in my hand
Really what the f*ck a nigga, shit I'm with the L
Blown OG, smell it in the L, no pussy bein' pleasure till around here
Hunt around, jump like Peter, top off your L
Stay to stay, movin' with the pack, stay junkin
You can hit my line if you think about boogin' me
You can say your prayers if you think about robbin' me
Guns at your head like a nigga playin' archery
Lettin' out shots from the glock, f*ck up her arteries
Sippin' for the pain, this weed not hittin' me
Ain't rapped too tight, kill you when the witnesses
Who did what, hell nah, I ain't listenin
Better check the cameras before you let them niggas in
Don't wanna hear shit, just wanna see
Major major, realer to the system, they ain't tryna let us win
Free all the real niggas, straight up out the pen
In the club with
All of my goons, my goons
Strapped on, and me keepin' them tools
Them ba, me smoke loud, and me smell up the room
The room, they jammin' me, and me follow no rules
No rules, I'm in the club with all of my goons
They strapped on, and they keepin' them tools
Then we me smoke loud, and we smell up the room
The room, this is GMB, and we follow no rules
Yeah, never