Ar-Ab - Goon Story lyrics

rate me

Sitting in the squatter, 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 Uze, syrup and some booze,

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 food

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 try and act, knock off his fronts

He like damn Ab, I knew you since 7

But every time I grabbed, it was losing a 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

Patent leather 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 her car,

Get her address, when she pull up

Throw the ladder in the glock when it’s fold up

We don’t need the mask, so don’t pull it out

Cause we gonna kill everybody in the house

Kick in the door, grab the little girl

The mom tried to run, shoot her in the curl

The pops start crying, plug in the iron

I burn your daughter’s face off, nigga I ain’t lying

I heard a little boy, crying out the steps

Then I made my man drag him down 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

Now 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 liar

Shoot him in the head and set em on fire, yeah

Or 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 the cops

The nigga start reaching, my man start squeezing

100 rounds in the AK left him bleeding

Then we sled off, the boss got tossed

Call up your plug, I need dot soft

Bag up dimes, twelve twelve, small,

Then put your work out when it cool off

Thanks to Kusco for correcting these lyrics