O-E - Goon Squad Dope lyrics

[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