Goons

English translation

Now this song to my goons, yeah the ones in the room You assume are a problem but we just tryna live Vibin' to a tune of our own, you don't know Never knew how we function so baby what's the deal?

Hit 'em with the boom shaka-laka Have 'em runnin' to the chopper Get the tools out the locker if you real Got you breathin' fumes that'll take you to the moon Got you and the whole platoon poppin', buzzin', how you feel?

How you feel about it baby?

All that shit we callin' common, that's the shit you callin' crazy Ooh, got 'em shook, that's the shit we deal with daily Pay the price of how we livin', it don't matter what they pay me, ah Wartime ready if you hear me And it's with a heavy heart that we pull up with machetes Had to cut some fools off when they talkin' like they get it How we get it, you don't get it Fuck aesthetics to a real life minute See I come from the land where the rich and the poor Got the largest abyss that's between themselves So we learn to go hard even if we don't got nothin' on us Show the world, gotta shake, give 'em hell So this song to my goons, yeah the ones in the room You assume are a problem but we just tryna live Vibin' to a tune of our own, you don't know Never knew how we function so baby what's the deal?

Hit 'em with the boom shaka-laka Have 'em runnin' to the chopper Get the tools out the locker if you real Got you breathin' fumes that'll take you to the moon Got you and the whole platoon poppin', buzzin', how you feel?

Trigger Maxo, Waka Flocka, chrome heart junkie Buss on Cuban link, they chunky

Thirty clip drop out like flunkies I'm big bossin', we don't gossip, only discussion is money We press Xannies, X and Percocets and serve it to a dummy Lambo truck is bulletproof, shoot choppers through the roof VVS's, diamond necklace,

Johnny Dang bust down my tooth We go to jail and tell 'em lies, you drop a dime and tell the truth Big persona, new Death Row, we bang it out like Suge and Snoop We put pigeons in the fenders, Maybach Benz a pigeon coop Niggas signin' million dollar deals they labels can't recoup We shoot first, don't ever shoot back, always got the ups on you And if it's up there then it's stuck like a dildo in -prostitutes -Now this song to my goons, yeah the ones in the room You assume are a problem but we just tryna live Vibin' to a tune of our own, you don't know Never knew how we function so baby what's the deal?

Hit 'em with the boom shaka-laka Have 'em runnin' to the chopper Get the tools out the locker if you real Got you breathin' fumes that'll take you to the moon Got you and the whole platoon poppin', buzzin', how you feel?

This that super fly, this that get 'em hype Watch them bodies drop, still we on the rise This that fuck 'em up, this that battle cry My shit super ill, your shit ill-advised Yeah that's fuckin' right, wild out through the night Wild out through the day, what's the difference?

I do not give a damn, you just give me time We gon' let 'em know, start a fuckin' riot