Ar-Ab - Goon Story текст песни

Sitting in the squad, windows got the tint
I don't like to rob, but I ain't got the rent
Baby mom bitching, my daughters need food
The house need heat, my son need shoes
Hand on my uzi, syrup and some blues
Catch him at the light, then we make our move
We used to be friends, and we went to school
But he got a benz, and he looking like fool
You pull in the front, I pull in the back
Hop out the car, hand on my mac
Snatch him out the door, drag him to the trunk
If he tryina act, knock off his fronts
He like damn ab, I knew you since 7
But everytime I grabbed, it was rules in the 7
And you living good, you know I'm dead broke
Now shut the fuck up and take me to the coke
Oh you find a bitch, who fucking with a boss
Watch her for a week, follow in the car
Catch her in the store, she bout to buy a bag
...level louie, pick up the tag
She gonna say she cool, cause she got a man
I'ma still pay for it, but I understand
She with her girlfriends, you make them all laugh
Baby what's your name, my niggas call me ab
You can pick up, whatever in the store
I know you got a man, just call me when you bored
My main man waiting, outside off the mall
Hooking up a gps to a car
Get her address, when she pull up
Throw the ladder in the glock when it's fooled up
We don't need the mask, for dope pull it up
Cause we gonna kill everybody in the house

Kick in the door, grab the little door
The mom tried to run, shoot her in the curl
The pops start crying, plug in the iron
I burn your door face off, nigga I ain't lying
I heard a little boy, crying out the steps
Then I made my man drag you out by his neck
You got 2 kids, I know you wanna live
Don't end up like your bitch with a bullet in her head
Then go and get the stash and come right back
Or I'ma introduce both kids to a mac
He came with the stash, sorry I'm a lair
Shoot him in the head and set em on fire, yeah

Before you find a block, make sure pop
Tell him we can share, or you getting shot
I know you a worker, so call your boss up
Tell him we ain't leaving till he make an offer
The boss pulled up, 3 cars deep
They all hopped out, hand on heat
My man got the ak pointed don't reach
We don't wanna shoot, we just wanna speak
I know your block do 100 grand in a week
I know you don't know me, but I need to eat
He like this my block and we can go to war
They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
If you don't break down, I'ma make it hot
Shoot somebody everyday it's gonn bring them cops
The nigga start reaching, my man start squeezing
100 rounds in the ak left him bleeding
Then we sled off, the boss got chopped
Call up your plug, I need...soft
Bag up dimes, ...small, then put your work off when the cool off