Jared Goff (feat. Xuperp)

Ayy, yeah, ayy, play my hand right I let the bitch think that she gettin' off Touched a 50 ball, it was some days I had shit in my closet We head tap like hole-in-ones, my YN tote sticks like mini-golf My brother hit the road, he slingin' packs from the D like Jared Goff Turned his back, all he heard was ffff, got hit with a fan We pop X, don't do no Xans This hoe kitchen, we whippin' them pans We pass hoes like OnlyFans He tried to reach me, cut his hand Catch me on the block, I ain't clocking shit in He got put underneath, now he talk to the dead Yeah, I do what I want, you do what you can I'm higher than a bitch up on this drill We still gon' pop his man's I heard he tweaked off Angel Dust He tryna bump with Peter Pan I know I cut you off, but hold on, bitch Cause I still need some head Lil' bro hop out the V tryna line, sum' up ARP a clip a dread P in the back, he mad, he spilled his drink He say he miss his meds I'm indecisive, don't know which one I want Like, f*ck it, heads or tails Got drums and sticks, we look like a band I raise my ski and then he fled My dog had turned his back and tried to run We popped him at the vet Don't care if my shooter gettin' married We make that call, I promise he missin' the wedding This shit ain't sweet, we killin', laugh at niggas We hittin' Ed, Ed, and Eddy Got blood on the money, I walked away from the scene My shoes look like Giuseppe If I said I love you, I was geekin' off a drink I ain't mean to send that text We gon' rob his ass as soon as he post on IG So there ain't no point in flexin I ain't no baby boy, don't treat me like no Jody I'm goin' out like Melvin Can't trust these niggas, my day one turned to a snake They quick to start that telling He gon' drop soon as they slide up out the V So ain't no point in helpin' him Tell her I don't want no convo when I'm geeked She say I'm bein' selfish I text her ILY when she say "'I love you she say boy stop playing Can't fold when I'm behind it She look back and told me, boy, don't panic This pack got potent odor You can smell it when it's in ceramic Check the clock, don't run into them demons The chop got anger management Bro, pull up with the pack in suicide doors He think he David Banner Pop out with two 40s on my hip He finna meet the parents Played my hand right I let the bitch think that she gettin' off Touched a 50 ball It was some days I had shit in my closet We head tap like hole-in-ones My YN tote sticks like mini golf My brother hit the road He slingin' packs from the D like Jared Goff Turned his back, all he heard was f-f-f-f Got hit with a fan We pop X, don't do no Xans This hoe kitchen, we whippin' them pans We pass hoes like OnlyFans He try to reach, we cut his hand Catch me on the block, I ain't clocking shit in He got put underneath and now he talk to the dead