Wavy, Jet, Tay Richh - Goofy Lyrics

Hold up I'm back my bully still reach in that jar when I need that cookie
I just pray Ta god they do not book me riding with no L's and I got the tooly
A Young nigga getting up high we ain't bout talking cooly
Leave yo ass parked under the train this ain't the movie
You just a goofy
Ugh yeah nigga you just a goofy

He's saying what
Pull up and shoot
My niggas run down your block like a troop
Knock out his teeth if he wanted beef and idgaf have that nigga drink soup

Fastlife the gang and I'm talking my shit
They wanna be down so they copy the drip
Niggas be talking till they meet a clip
Run up with bam while we facing a zip

Niggas be talking they shit bout a trey
If he run out his mouth then I'm callin up tay
My bro hold it down and he letting it spray
I just gotta laugh cause they ain't getting paid

Dump at a nigga put him in the grave
Yea i Threw out my shots then I passed it to wave
He throwing shots cause that niggas a stain
Yea i Gotta make sure they respecting the name

Fuck it nigga wrist is cold as ever
Niggas want the static come in any weather
Niggas talking shit but I could do it better
Seen a lot of rats but they ain't getting cheddar

When the time comes they ain't doing nothing
But they cap a lot like they doing something
Could've fucked his bitch but don't got time for loving
Shoot him into pieces when that choppa bussin

Nigga a goofy (Goofy) chat on the book we gon shoot it
The 30 or better I need them hunnits or better
Martin had a dream coretta she was down the day I met her
I fell off my feet and I blacked or No calls they left me just assed out
Young Tay they ain't ask bout, bouta just fuck up a pack now nah
Terry they ain't ask bout came back Tay richh and I'm back now
Ay they mad bouta hop in my bag 22 shots you get clipped doing the dash
So I toss my shorty the zip niggas be mad and they sick

Oh shit niggas hating and I noticed quote this write out my life like a poet
Stay focus these niggas is suckas I know it
Oh shit niggas hating and I noticed
I'm like wait hold up, run to the bag gotta get the dough up
Niggas call my phone like holla up
Niggas talk shit (I don't give a fuck nigga pull up)
I don't give a fuck nigga pull up
Niggas talk shit only talk it when the sun up go get
Ah get a bag nigga run up Went low shorty had to run and get my funds up

Hold up I'm back my bully still reach in that jar when I need that cookie
I just pray Ta god they do not book me riding with no L's and I got the tooly
A Young nigga getting up high we ain't bout talking cooly
Leave yo ass parked under the train this ain't the movie
You just a goofy
Ugh yeah nigga you just a goofy

A Young nigga dead ass cause I ain't with none of the foolery
Dripping designer this that's channel mixed with the Louie
This ain't that imitational jewelry
Run up on us and we shooting ya movie
My niggas be itching to empty they tooly
You doing what bitches do you must be a goofy
You copy what we do I could tell that you heavily influenced
I could careless about the next nigga movements
If he ain't chasing a bag then then what he pursing
Red beam on top of that shit I'm hitting everything moving
If I'm Walking Then my foot prints
Are Magella steps
Thru my Cartier glasses I could already tell she wet
I ain't ever debated on what was next
Running Through bands like a running back
Flipping weight you cant fumble that
Shawty more then bad she put the grip and the work in her fanny pack
We ain't even running track
Beat the pussy front ta back
You all on her gram but won't get an answer back
Nigga ahh goofy Ugh Yeah Nigga you just ahh Goofy