Lyrics Smack a Goober Vol.2 - Dkoolpharaoh feat. $ANFI & Sadfriendd

Bustin' through this house without a warrant
Like fuck wit all that manner shit, a price is on they forehead
I-I-I need my money now, on some wet worth, I'm snatchin' payment
Muzzle to they temple, left example if they ever short on payment
Ay Ani's what they call me for how Im slittin
Ain't no mercy out here by the way I leave em steamin
They claim they shots precise, I bet you I'm the one who's leavin'
You niggas way to cocky, like my glocky,
The only difference is I leave em stinkin'
Y'all better cop some floaties when I slide up to yo city
'Fore it might get real busy, I'm poppin' niggas like a fizzy
My choppa' rearranging all their organs while I'm itchy
I'm out here pecking skulls, that even pidgey can't get jiggy
On some poliwrath we scrappin'
Or I'm wetting you on site
Ain't no ez-pass, get toatin' or these hollows pierce yo life
On some Boba Fett we scopin, any nigga wit a price
Call me swellow I pull acers, that means if I point you die
He wants shots bet lets swipe, like a vet wit this pipe
Snap him fast wit that snipe, he flies up like a kite
I'm a dog so I bite, hes a cat so he hides
Ain't no dodgin' my sight, he gets slumped like night-night (Ha-Ha)

Late night wit the blicky (bitch)
I been playing freeze tag
If he talking iffy
I'ma turn eem to a beanbag
He don't want it wit me
Cus' the grippy take at least half
Yo bitch, I suck her titties
And yo sissy gettin' t-bagged

Pull up
S-s-Sanf in this bitch
I-If he wan talk
He not walk out this bitch
Bullets fly up, like a hawk
Slit my clip
Now he outlined in chalk
Call a doc for this bitch

Bodies flippin' like a gymnast
Had me grinnin' for the physics
Had yo throat like an infection
Makin' noise for all the tenants
Got a racket in my hand
And wit his head I'm playin' tennis
Bitch I'm comin' for yo lettuce
Best believe that I'ma get it (uh, wait)

Who dat, who dat
He don't want smoke, he betta' move back, move back
Twelve gadge on me, wait, he get blew back, too fast
Comin' for yo pese, wait no, who dat, knew dat
Betta' give up, 'fore my .30 finna' blast
He gon' end up in a stretcha', he gon' need a body bag
Bet a nigga see the light, but his eyes are turnin' black
Swear the nigga like his father, he ain't neva' comin' back

Got the gat in the back of the backpack
And I got the Glock if these niggas wanna back track
Run up on the nigga, the choppa' gon' make em back back
And I got the blicky for the nigga who like talk smack
Hack on the floor, I'm sick, might throw up
All of you niggas they pussy niggas don't show up
Niggas think they hard, but these niggas won't pull up
My niggas on the block wit the motha' fuckin' tool bruh
I sendin' the shots at the boy, cus I been the shit
Niggas they talkin' that shit cus I did this shit
Choppin' em up like a ma' fuckin' dividend
Niggas they talkin' they shit but not listenin'
Diamonds around all my neck and they glistenin'
Run up my shit, then they body and mental and
I got yo momma', yo bitch, and kids and-

Haha, yo

Haha, yo