Lyrics TROGLODYTE - GOOBERS , Walnutgod
Hold
on
wait,
you
thought
you
ate?
Nah
nah
nah,
give
me
that
plate
bitch
Got
me
a
glock
and
the
bullets
gon
turn
him
to
bits
Like
the
boy
was
just
streaming
on
Twitch
Woke
up
with
violence
I
feel
like
a
virus
pop
up
at
his
windows
just
like
I'm
glitch
I'm
with
the
goobers
we
snap
like
switch
If
he
doesn't
listen
throw
him
a
ditch
Hold
on
wait,
you
thought
you
ate?
Nah
nah
nah,
give
me
that
plate
bitch
Got
me
a
glock
and
the
bullets
gon
turn
him
to
bits
Like
the
boy
was
just
streaming
on
Twitch
Woke
up
with
violence
I
feel
like
a
virus
pop
up
at
his
windows
just
like
I'm
glitch
I'm
with
the
goobers
we
snap
like
switch
If
he
doesn't
listen
throw
him
a
ditch
Fa
fa
fa
Sounding
off
ARs
End
up
on
liveleak
or
caught
up
on
worldstar
Wars
with
these
ammos
and
clips
make
the
world
start
Give
yo
main
bitch
the
banana
no
go
kart
Mario
kart
I'm
skirting
off
the
track
Then
imma
skrrt
on
yo
main
hoes
back
Bars
upon
bars
is
the
shit
I
don't
lack
They
wonder
why
I'm
just
now
into
rap
Y'all
troglodytes
and
I
got
a
benz
Y'all
don't
got
my
friends
in
high
places
Y'all
don't
wanna
turn
round
and
face
this
Y'all
just
wanna
stay
complacent
Heart
racin',
I'm
chasin'
Running
these
the
numbers
like
stations
And
I
can
see
in
your
faces
You
gon
pull
up,
shell
cases,
ugh
fuck
it
Rip
you
apart,
no
funeral,
oh
shit
Think
you
big
till
I'm
here,
throat
slit
You
can
beg
but
I'm
not
there,
useless
Klover
it's
a
damn
mag,
no
clip
Ultrakill,
I
pay
the
bills
Stay
controlled,
I'm
poppin'
pills
Ops'll
think
it's
Silent
Hills
I'm
just
doin'
this
for
thrills
Umm
hold
on
Lil
bitch
she
grabbin'
up
all
on
my
pants
I'm
fucking
yo
bitch
I
need
head
in
advance
Kicking
yo
teeth
I
got
blood
on
my
vans
Wait
But
imma
just
put
myself
onto
her
friend
Shawty
she
wanna
hop
up
in
a
benz
I
got
a
crib
on
me
I
never
rent
Thousand
on
my
bitch
Get
this
guap
Mask
on
my
face
Hesitate
to
pull
this
way
I'm
about
to
to
blow
your
brains
Shout
out
to
the
goobers
cuz
we
always
end
up
finding
ways
To
find
your
baby
mama
in
the
crib,
under
fucking
shade
Red
dot
Hol'
up
quick,
lemme
get
you
a
headshot
Wrap
up
your
body
'n
open
up
your
plot
Don't
gotta
hide
unless
you
a
dead
op
Leave
you
in
dust,
cremated
in
lean
Take
all
my
shots,
I'm
a
machine
You
really
thinkin'
you
right?
Ya
fuckin'
troglodyte
We
built
this
shit,
we
made
our
sound
While
you
livin'
on
the
ground
Take
a
look,
you
ain't
our
bound
Pyrite
lookin'
all
around
Me
and
Goobers
comin'
back
From
the
grave,
we
run
this
track
Pussy
boy,
we
made
the
rack
Gave
yourself
a
heart
attack
Bitch
I
been
burnin'
purple
haze
Swervin'
doin'
180
while
I'm
countin'
my
numbered
days
Fuckin
staring
at
my
grave
But
I
ain't
gonna
cave,
hoe
Pop
pop,
you
done,
dumbass
just
made
my
gun
blow
Ugh
fuck
bitch
You
lookin'
like
a
target
You
a
dumb
motherfucker
if
you
really
wanna
start
shit
Step
up
to
us,
leave
you
shaken
and
stirred
Bitch
you
ain't
even
close
nah
that
shit
is
absurd
I
didn't
come
to
fuck
you
up
but
I
will
not
count
it
out
Said
I
been
doin'
it
for
the
music
but
you
do
it
for
the
clout
hoe
Lil
bitch
I'm
sprayin'
best
start
prayin'
Got
2 horns
on
my
head
like
I'm
satan
And
I
don't
give
no
fuck
if
you
hatin'
Come
my
way
n
ima
have
you
skatin'
I
said
bow
bow
bow
Now
that
boy
on
the
run
Yeah
gotta
kick
some
ass
Just
ran
outta
bubble
gum
Got
a
murder
case
up
on
my
name
Like
bro
tryna
step
imma
put
em
to
shame
Big
ass
chop
point
it
right
at
his
brain
Big
ass
chop
they
gon
run
when
I
aim
bitch
Air
it
out
with
the
stick
I
been
up
on
my
Aang
shit
Fye
to
his
buds
left
that
fuck
nigga
tasteless
Bro
wanna
talk
but
he
know
that
he
ain't
shit
Put
bro
in
the
ground
now
that
fuck
nigga
ancient
Put
bro
in
the
ground
now
that
fuck
nigga
dead
This
chop
got
a
dick
it's
gon
fuck
up
his
head
My
niggas
get
more
You
niggas
get
less
Jus'
like
a
pencil
we
pushing
that
lead
I'm
pushing
that
lead
right
into
his
noggin'
Red
dot
on
the
pole
make
that
fuck
nigga
stop
it
Glock
in
my
hand
it
gon
blast
like
a
rocket
Spin
down
the
block
got
a
fuck
nigga
nauseous
Make
a
motherfucker
nauseous
Banging
on
his
head
Got
a
30
fucking
clip
It
gon
fill
you
wit'
some
lead
Boy
What
a
shame
I
gotta
say
Cause
I
thought
you
were
dead
But
you
came
back
to
life
So
where's
what
imma
say
bitch
Vatch
a
murder
case
Boy
I
ain't
talking
homicide
223's
and
2 twin
glocks
Spraying
on
the
inside
Apologize
for
your
demise
Come
out
outside
Night
time
suicide
Pussy
boy
It's
time
to
fucking
fly
bitch
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