Goons

Now this one's for my goons, yeah, the ones in the room
You assume are a problem, when we just trying to live
Vibing to a tune of our own, you don't know
Never knew how we function, so, baby, what's the deal?
Hit 'em with the boomshakalaka, have 'em running to the chopper
Get the tools out the locker if you will
Got you breathing fumes that'll take you to the moon
Got you and the whole platoon proper buzzing, how you feel?

How you feel about it, baby? (Huh?)
All the shit that we calling common
That's the shit you calling crazy
Ooh, got 'em shook
That's the shit we deal with daily
Pay the price of how we living, it don't matter what they pay me (ooh)
War time ready, it get hairy
And it's with a heavy heart that we pull up with machetes (woo)
Had to cut some fools off when they talking like they get it
How we get it, you don't get it, fuck aesthetics to a real life menace

See, I come from the land where the rich and the poor
Got the largest abyss that's between themselves (yo, you know)
So we learn to go hard even if we don't got nothing on us
Or the world gone to shit, give 'em hell

So this one's for my goons, yeah, the ones in the room
You assume are a problem, when we just trying to live
Vibing to a tune of our own, you don't know
Never knew how we function, so, baby, what's the deal?
Hit 'em with the boomshakalaka, have 'em running to the chopper
Get the tools out the locker if you will
Got you breathing fumes that'll take you to the moon
Got you and the whole platoon proper buzzing, how you feel? (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)

Maxo
Trigger Maxo Wacka Flacka, Chrome Heart Junkie (uh)
Bussdown Cuban link that chunky (uh)
Dirty clip drop out like flunkys (boom)
I'm big bossin', we don't gossip, only discussion is money (for real)
We press Xanax, X and Percocets and servin' to a dummy (trap)
Lambo' truck is bulletproof, shoot choppers through the roof
VVS', diamond necklace, Johnny Dang buss down my tooth
We go to jail and tell 'em lies, you drop a dime and tell the truth (say, what?)
Big persona, new Death Row, we bang it out like Suge and Snoop
We put pigeons in the fenders, Maybach Benz a pigeon coop
Niggas signin' million-dollar deals they labels can't recoup
We shoot first, don't never shoot back, always got the ups on you
And if it's up there, then it's stuck like a dildo in prostitutes

Now this one's for my goons, yeah, the ones in the room
You assume are a problem, when we just trying to live
Vibing to a tune of our own, you don't know
Never knew how we function, so, baby, what's the deal?
Hit 'em with the boomshakalaka, have 'em running to the chopper
Get the tools out the locker if you will
Got you breathing fumes that'll take you to the moon
Got you and the whole platoon proper buzzing, how you feel?

This that super fly, this that get 'em hype
Watch them bodies drop, still, we on the rise
This that fuck 'em up, this that battle cry
My shit super ill, your shit ill advised
Yeah, that's fucking right, wild out through the night
Wild out through the day, what's the difference? I
Do not give a damn, you just give me time
We gon' let 'em know, start a fucking riot