[Lyric] That Shyt (It's D-Money Baby)

CORSE
Just copped me ah brick finna break it up
Stuffin sacks to the max keep'em comin back
And if you down for that jack move I got ah Mack
For all you stupid ass nigas I dont play that

VERSE 1
Goon Face Clicc in this bith gettin rich
And I dont give ah damn homie Ima neva snitch

South Central be my city attitude be shitty
Dope feigns I got that work my money lookin pretty

D-Money Goon Face one hunnit gritty
I'm witty with the flow and suckin on my girl titty

I gave ah nigga ten then he came back with nine
I cocked back my nine puttin holes all threw his mind

I make ah nigga recognize I'm always on the grind
If you can't see it now then you just blind
And I don't really care if I neva get signed
Oh well in the streets I always got ah job

Goon Face Clicc yea you know thats the mob
No disrespect to bloods but she gone slob

All threw my clicc I know her head gonna bob
Juicy J. said it's like corn on the cob

I'm so desperate I could probably go rob ah bank
But befo that ima go swap ah tank

Coming threw with my tank dogs what ya thank, (think)
Betta pray cause I'm killin when I'm off the stank

Smokin sherm but I learned mix it wit tha dank
Like Gucci Mane said I'm gettin wasted

And when you see me so faded you could taste it
But like a contact high you ain't tracin

Not ah mothafukin thing but ah laser beam
Ima let off the whole damn magazine

Trust it ain't ah thing see me chillin countin cream
Feelin soo supreme sip the syrup I call it lean
The purp or the green yea it get me feelin mean
The last time I had some was in Aberdeen

In the UK I got my German AK
And what they say is I dont play

All I do is squeeze different ways and bullets spray
Only reason why kids die they in the way

Dope sells hope fails no heads or tails
Gun shells jail cells with no wishin wells

CORSE x3
Just copped me ah brick finna break it up
Stuffin sacks to the max keep'em comin back
And if you down for that jack move I got ah Mack
For all you stupid ass nigas I dont play that

VERSE 2
And I won't and I ain't cause I'm not ah bith
I'm a soulja in the streets trynna make it rich

And if you pussy I could smell you from ah mile away
I stay away from them punk nigas everyday

But for them crunk nigas I carry AK
And that rite there will make a niga lay
Kickin in ya door better tell ya momma pray
I'm soo serious probably cause I'm phycho

I keep a butcher knife like I'm fucin Michael
No homo plus I'm talkin bout that niga Myers

D-Money Goon Face I'm a fucin rider
Not ah liar I'll set'cha fucin house on fire

Won't retire being a Goon is my desire
They call me Sire cause I torture nigas with some pliers

Game over I'll chop your arms from the shoulders
Stone Colder I'll rob a bith pushin stroller

Rep holder hittin licks and I'm ah stoner
I'm a gone'ner see that bitch "Yea" Ima bone'ner

Turn her out then put her ass up on the corner
Oh well thats it throw the bith ah quarter

Then I'll get a few new ones from across the border

CORSE
Just copped me ah brick finna break it up
Stuffin sacks to the max keep'em comin back
And if you down for that jack move I got ah Mack
For all you stupid ass nigas I dont play that