Ar-Ab - Goon story lyrics

(Verse One) Sitting in the squatter, windows got the tint I don't like to rob, but I ain't got the rent Baby mom b**hing, 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 out 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 f** up and take me to the coke (Verse Two) Or you find a b**h, who f**ing with a boss Watch her for a week, following 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 n***as call me Ab You can pick out , whatever in the store I know you got a man, just call me when you bored My main man waiting, outside of 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 fulled up We don't need the mask, so don't pull it out Cause we gonna k** 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, n***a I ain't lying I heard a little boy, crying up 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 b**h 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 (Verse Three) Or you find a block, make sure it 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 n***a 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