Guud (goin up)

Gotham City

I feel like I’m whipping in the kitchen 
I feel like I’m running up the chicken 
My nigga he shooting with precision 
Fucking up his vision

Said I’m fucking up his vision
Shooting and I will not miss it
Whipping, whipping in that kitchen 
I slide every time no missing 

I’m locked in I’m in it
Oh-kay I wanna go get it
They envy cause we close to winning
Getting cash I’m the money lieutenant 

I’m moving till I finish 
Pape strong it’s green like spinach 
Fit tough I don’t need no stylist 
I heard you a bitch you wear fingernail polish 

Huh huh yea uh huh
I might just buy me new ricks uh huh 
I need those diamonds on my wrist uh huh 
We making hits after hits uh huh 

Don’t ever try the gang uh huh
She asked if I want brain uh huh
Uh huh
Do I want the damn pape uh huh
Is that a risk I’ll take uh huh
That lil bitch she eat me for lunch 

That boy a pussy he pulling lil stunts 
What you want?
What she want? Huh 
She want that lil Yves Saint Laurent
Come and link with me we gon have some fun 

She said she got crazy what?
Damn that coochie got me stuck 
I’m just tryna chill I’m rolling up a blunt high as fuck 
Call me goose call me goose I got that chop you better duck 

Shit get loose shit get loose bitch I knock you out in one
My niggas got my back 
Niggas like to beef on internet 
You know my niggas ain’t into that
Huh he type on computer so he gon feel all this Mac

Big gun will take off his hat 
No lie it take off his cap 
Take your damn career and hang it up you cannot fucking rap
Yes I got your girl she all on me feeling on six pack 
You is not unique all that shit you been did we did that

Yea they don’t carry paint balls but you gon get your shit splat

Gotham City

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