Babyface Ray & Digga D - Goofies

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, look at who they called gang (Who?)
Niggas goofier than a bitch, though
Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?
Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now
Still screamin', "Fuck [?]" changed the country for the Hip Hop

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Nigga walkin' in with the gang, shut shit down like [?], don't play with his
His wrist like Baby kids, can of whip like Dede bitch
Fuck your man, I'm in Australia, bitch
Fuck your ho', won't date that bitch
Walk in still swung, know you hate that shit
[?] ten K of my shit
Beast to East, rappin' 'bout deep in the street
All you niggas keepin' peace
I guess eatin' fruits, I don't got a girl, ain't no sleep with me
Do shit like gang, Gs on me, hundred, freezin' the piece
Tell me, freeze, please, we gone, we out, I hope niggas holdin' it down
This ain't no foldin', clown, too much drip, this lil' bitty bitch gon' drown
That lil' boy shit won't stop, she called me, "Foul", but how? She keepin' with y'all
We just jump deep in the crowd, turnt up with them, touch my piece you go down
You know I press it a lot, iced out Baby, whack you, bye-bye-bye
Corbin thuggin', sticks when we're in here clubbin', rich nigga shit, don't touch us
This shit bussin', Ice Box [?] had the most fall in Kentucky
It got chucky, they don't wanna play, then we dump 'em, spot it, on fire, it's jungle
Say she love me, lil' bitch just tryna get lucky, 'cause she know a nigga gettin' money

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, look at who they called gang (Who?)
Niggas goofier than a bitch, though
Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?
Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now
Still screamin', "Fuck [?]" changed the country for the Hip Hop

[Verse 2: Digga D]
Old niggas with no figures, I don't care 'bout who you used to be (No)
Quarter milly in GBP, that's three-forty in USD
That's ten mill in this USB, turn Quart Stone like USG
And usually they ain't usin' me (No), but I let it slide, they ain't usin' teeth
Lamb' truck with a shanked tuck, this ain't cheap meat that you're eatin' bitch (No)
Private jet, I'm leavin' quick, hit StillBrick' and I need a brick
Got choppers out when they stop us now, these pussy pigs won't leave the kid
They found a stick in my niggas whip with a silencer and a full clip
How you turn a AK into a Draco? I need to know right now (How?)
I got one but don't use it, 'cause it's too big when I ride out
It's a old one and it's wooden (It's wooden)
You ho', you said that you wouldn't (You said that you wouldn't)
Do-do all of this hate and shit and come, tell my girl is a woman (Bitch)
Now I'm on the phone to my stylist, in that high live, I need another bag (Wagwan?)
She proper mad like, "Damn bro, you got caught again with another slag"
I gotta stop with this cheatin' shit (Fuckin' hell, man)
I got a Scorpio, not the .32 one, yo, this gun got a nina clip

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, look at who they called gang (Who?)
Niggas goofier than a bitch, though
Throwin' dirt on my (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh?
Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I'm lit now
Still screamin' "Fuck [?]" changed the country for the Hip Hop