Goose Gone Do It - Grim Reaper Lyrics

In love with the streets like I'm hugging the block
All of my junkies in love with the rock
Word hit the streets so they loaded the spot
Gotta stack up my knots that's a young nigga plot
They like how many hoes does this young nigga got
Trap it out gotta fill up the pot
My trap ain't no stoppin' I know haters watching
Biting down
Geeked out my body
Hop on a private I'm feeling like future
Shawty froze I ain't got on Medusa
Cute thick lil juvy
Come here closer let me touch on ya booty

I had codefendant's I don't want a feature
If you get to reaching a nigga gone teach ya
Rather beat out a bowl I don't cook out of beakers
I made the beat so I'm knocking your speakers
I got dope like the 80's I might get a beeper
Beils of exotic compressed in the freezer
A model with intellect them be the keepers
Play with that bag I get grim like the reaper

If he get a bag I follow the leader
You don't wanna pay me don't ask for a feature
Stripes like a cheetah with dots of a zebra
My lyrics impeccable droppin' that ether
My world a lil different don't let me mislead you
I might poor a 4 of some raw in 2 liters
You might got it for low but I got it for cheaper
I use to sit at the top of the bleachers
(Now I start the game)
Coaches yelling out we need ya
1000 degrees I'm bustin' the meter
Deep in the trenches so I keep a heater
I served him teaching he was piping like peter

I had codefendant's I don't want a feature
If you get to reaching a nigga gone teach ya
Rather beat out a bowl I don't cook out of beakers
I made the beat so I'm knocking your speakers
I got dope like the 80's I might get a beeper
Beils of exotic compressed in the freezer
A model with intellect them be the keepers
Play with that bag I get grim like the reaper