[Chorus]
Goon Squad Dope, n***a, Drink f** Smoke
This is, Goon Squad Dope, n***a, Drink f** Smoke
This is, Goon Squad Dope, n***a, Drink f** Smoke
This is, Goon Squad Dope, n***a, Drink f** Smoke
[Verse 1: Slank]
Living life like a baller, lyrics Magna Carta
Money piled up, real tall, Paul Gasol bruh
South Bend scholar, South End stoner
If yo b**h looks nice then I might make her s** my bo*er
The Goon Squad's with it, and my whole cliques lifted
Ain't been sober since 08', so that's how a n***a's feelin'
Dissecting the game, a frog in Biology
The scalpel is la boca, 'fore you bleed holla E.O.P
What that be? you don't know? I'ma tell ya
Thirty plus n***as with kush and paraphernalia
Hell yep, I'm getting p**y like I'm 'posed to
Drink, f**, Smoke nobody do it like the goons do
Some of y'all n***as talk a lot of noise
Same group probably f** a lot of boys
Don't make me step up to the mic and have to raise my f**ing voice
We be doper than That's Dope played in a dope fiend's house
E.O.P. Goon Squad's what I'm talking bout
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: O-E]
When it comes to intercourse, I'm a k**er of sorts
I murder the kitty cat, then it the main course
Now her voice hoarse, and I think you know the reason
Go against the squad and get hung for treason
It's the season for drinkin', in the back of the Lincoln
I don't know her name but we already freakin'
She seekin' the dude, who too hot for the game
Give it red rings of d**h, you can't extinguish my flame
O-E the name and that sh** won't change
Make your b**h disappear, call that sh** David Blane
[Slank]
Damn bruh, I feel that sh**, tell em' who you are though
[O-E]
O-E mother f**er
[Slank]
Where you reppin' from n***a, where you rep?
[O-E]
H-Town n***a
[Slank]
Yea, I feel that sh**. The South's in here. The South will rise again, but without slavery n***a
You feel that sh**?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Slank]
f**s up?
Goon Squad put your Chucks up
Red with the black V, Snapbacks be my headpiece
No doubt!
Crew sweater with my fitted out
Niked up, Niked down
You know what I'm talking 'bout
That's right
Getting buck well after midnight
Bud Life, flow tight, I love the way my pen write
sh** bruh
Goin' hard like a Pitt does
All my stacks is big bucks, Ziplock always filled up
Young n***a with that somethin', somethin'
Goon Squad in the function buggin'
I don't know what else to say, the blunt feel like a smoke concussion
Ouch, Ouch, hater sounds
Jordans with the gators now
f** this n***a, yea f** that sh**
I eat Pops for breakfast n***a
With whole milk, and they delicious...E.O.P