Lyrics 127 Mph - GOOBERS

Start talkin shit boy and we get you hit
We going to smoke on that pack finally roll like a spliff
All these bitches be talkin but I'm pistol packing
Hoe I'm never lacking yo bitch finally tap in

Pullin out the chopper ima make him bleed
Bro smoking gas yeah we smoking that weed
Driving so fast you can call me lightning
Berretta on my belt bitch stop fighting

Tap that berretta my homies is better
We high off that blunt better go bite the dust

Talkin that cap ima let that shit spray
Shoot you for no reason like what'd i say?

What'd you say?
Me n wubba going to spray
Better get out my face cuz you bitches is lame

Aye bitch on my lane like get out my way
Ruin your life I'll ruin your face

Hey who's this?
Bitch my name is Squizzy
I get on the beat and I make it look easy
No Kizzy
I'm with the Goobers, we doin' like 100 shows in your city
Wait wait
We going to spin this block like a Rubik Cube
Wait wait
We going to spin it back like a Cul de sac
Aye aye
Brody talkin' shit I ain't one to chat
Hey hey
Ima pass it off like a quarterback

Take it down back, bitch how sad
Move these wrists like a bitch, goddamn
Got to heart o' lack, now the world glad, fuck your track
Team two hitting home, give the world a heart attack, like woah

Who me? Nah I'm just fine, read the sign
Fuck a bank, bitch we going to make the world blind
Budder really going to hack the worlds "free" mind
Do a day, in a chase, we don't need time

On the internet, talkin' shit, and I'm like (Who)
"Fake motherfuckers" say me, but that's (You)
Be a ghost, goobin' bout, split the world in (Two)
Get a blame game, pointed, and I'm like

Sit down with yo plastic toys, and get a listen
I don't fuck with you, when I got my own vision
Count a bet, write a check, say we met, I forget
Fuck a jet, play roulette. I'm in debt

And I pull up with a stick
And its chillin' on my hip
Got a toolie in the crib
Hitting harder than the kick
2k on my wrist
Your bitch she mid
My bitch she bad she bad as shit
You a fake you a lame get off my dick
Got a 9 got a Tec posted with a stick
You talk down shut up or get blicked
Ghosts only pull up with a badass drift

Up, Down, Left, Right
What you try to do tonight
Shawty tryna eat
She just wanna take a bite
Baby les go
Lets fly
Solo
Loco
Take it slow
Make a show
Find a flow
So you know

Drop it down real low
Show us you a pro
I fly out to Mexico
Onto the studio
What you waiting for
Hop on the wip
People don't like me?
I show them the clip

Pack dance range, maybe pull a double homicide
Ain't it real strange, fly a height, fuckin' pick a side

(Naw) Smoking on that pack till sundown, bitch
Ill combo yo ass and I'll leave ya in a ditch

Yuh, we going to get hot in the stu no equator
If he want the beef I'll serve him like a waiter

(Ay) I'm makin' the paper that won't even save her on
Blowing my dick like a fucking vapor

And I'm on demon time put a bullet in yo mind
22 Sitting on my side finally blow it like a mine

Yea we got you on sight Come and catch me outside
Hoe I'm still popping pills with a badass bitch