Goonew – Back N Forth lyrics

[Intro: Goonew]
Skrrt
Goonrich
Slopes with the alley-hoop, nigga, hah
Hah, Goonrich, hah
Big Slopes with the alley-oop

[Verse 1: Goonew]
Walk down with the stick
Too many bodies, had to catch my Bentley, uh
Walk down, it's a track meet, bitch
Servin' junkies on the backstreets, bitch
Funeral home goop, this that piss
My shooters retarded, hit him with the stick
Goonrich, I got the water like fish
Two twin bitches, turn my haters twin

[Verse 2: Borleone]
Borleone came with a sniper (Borleone)
Nigga hit him up in a white truck
I move like Obama, young nigga in a black truck
Servin' my junkies that drop, it got no cut
If we hit the block, young nigga put that dope up
Back on the block and I serve out the Rover
Skrrt skrrt, feds get behind, put the pole up
Angel dust, mix the dope with baking soda

[Verse 3: Goonew]
Goonrich, I got bricks across the border
You say that's your shooter but he off the water
Slide on his block, make it rain water
Hit me a stain, pull off in a foreign
Goonrich Urkel, hide the bricks in the foreign
He say he the plug but that nigga cordless
Catch me a body, Quill had the forty
Hundreds and fifties, still saving quarters

[Verse 4: Borleone]
Uh, call up my young nigga, come through in the water
Come in my trap house, come with no quarters
Sippin' on lean, nigga sippin' on oil
Shippin' them packs right there 'cross the border
Young nigga came with a pipe
Hundred round drum and it came with a light
It's a shootout, nigga, I ain't bringing a knife
I'm poppin' the Percs and I'm servin' the ice

[Verse 5: Goonew]
Uh, I got the Glock in my drawers
Junkies comin' so I'm servin' 'em all
Beatin' the block up, hit the mall
Whippin' them chickens, Thanksgiving, fall
You ain't even know I had it in the mall
Late night creepin', had to fuck 'em all
Givenchy and Balmains, no Lacoste
I'm fuckin' that bitch, I pin her on the wall

[Verse 6: Borleone]
Uh, Borleone thirty round, ain't no knife sticks
Servin' them junkies right there out a damn Lyft
Hundred round drum, bitch I can't tote a fifty clip
I need a bad bitch, fat ass, thick hips
Kick in your door, nigga, where you live?
Get hit with this stick, nigga, fuck a lil' kid
I trap on the Glock, I can't fuck with the SIGs
I'm smokin' OG and you smokin' on cigs

[Verse 7: Goonew]
Uh, nigga, call me Aaron Rodgers
I'm throwin' them bombs, nigga, and they problems
Put down the gun, nigga, that's a problem
I'm sippin' Wock', Keisha had to fuck my doctor
Shoot at his brother, nigga was an opp
Hit me a lick, I pull off in a Charger
Fuckin' that bitch, I hit her at the opera
I'm shootin' that chopper, soundin' like maraca
Sippi' that lean, I'm sippin' out the bottle
Servin' them junkies, servin' them the bottle
Bitch, I'm Goonrich, I'm fuckin' on a model
Niggas be clonin' me, I'm the father
Stealin' my swag, I should've been a father
Pull off in foreign, me and her new rocker
I was down bad, I had to shoot the chopper
Hundred band jugg, I'm petty like my father

[Outro: Goonew]
Huh, hah, Goonrich, nigga
Hah, Goon, hah