Chaes - LLGG Lyrics

Rest in peace to Grey Goose, like long live with it
They know I spice talked upon on that beat, man I been with it
That one boy wanna talk up on the net, we gon' spin then hit it
Treat that boy like soccer ball, we gon' spin then kick it

Stomp him out, we hit him in his head, we gon' leave him spinning
F*ck a bitch, then kick her out the crib, I told her good riddance
Men, it feel like DSM, cause we gon' keep shitting
They try to snatch my chain, then we spun, now he dead with it

He ain't touching cheese, he intolerant to lactose
Once they saw that I was making pape, I could bag hoes
I be getting shit like through the mail, I can stack post
Man, you better lock that shit up fore you get back doored

Aye, I ain't f*cking on no fat hoe
Like, I ain't f*cking with my ex, bitch, she a wack hoe
My homie really on some pimp shit, he might smack hoes
He on the net, he posting money spread, that ain't your bag though

Like, go and give your homie cash back
They always telling me to test this shit, I'm a lab rat
I took a trip went to the Middle East like we in Baghdad
I popped a opp top at Granny Crib and did a mad laugh

Then I went and hopped up in a striker, did the mad dash
Damn, I'm a Kia boy
Take the USB and screwdriver, I got a new toy
Buffed up, but I'm pissed as hell, like I'm off the Roids

Yop bitch, what the f*ck
Aye, I just made a play in Turkmenistan

I just made a play in Turkmenistan
I took the whip and crashed into a bridge, I just killed my friend
I'm with gang, we chilling in the crib, it's the lion's den
I just met a bad bitch, damn, I'm trying to try her friend

I just put that shit up on my chop, made the pole glitch
Damn, you ain't never seen a Glock switch
I came into the party with my gun, let me pop shit
I came into this bitch just like a chef, let me chop shit

I told her turn around like I'm about to get your WAP hit
Damn, she so wet, she on mop shit
Told lil, baby, pop a Plan B, I don't want kids
Everybody knows that I ain't humble, let me flaunt shit

Damn, I know I'm ugly, but it don't matter
I came in, man, I had to get my ring, where the f*ck is Saturn
I woke up and popped a Gram of Shrooms, I see new patterns
White boy, but I'm out on top, feel like Marshall Mathers

Hey, I said, long live the gray goose
I'm really on my big body shit, feeling like a moose
Man, I'm always ready for war, and I won't sign no truce
I backed up out my chop, and then I hit that boy in his caboose

Hey, man, you know we gray goose sipping
My homie popped the acid in this bitch, now he straight tripping
I just put a switch up on this bitch, got the pole glitching
And if he try to run up on the gang, he get hit with it