Take Down - Goonew, HoodRich Pablo Juan, Lil Dude

Shit

Goonrixh, nigga

MONY POWR RSPT

Homicide shit, coming through with the draco

Fort Knox, nigga hit the front and the back door

I’m beating my wrist and I’m still in the dope hole

Pour a four of wop, 'cause you know that I walk slow

Walk to the bank and I’m counting them hunchos

Catch him down bad, gon make that boy fumble

You the type of nigga, you gonna tweet, you gon' mumble

15 caught a body, I ain’t even run, though

Homicide shit get you whacked for the low low

Catching the pack like my last name Ocho

Serving the drop out the bag of Dorito’s

Beat up the pack like a motherfucking dojo

I don’t fuck with these niggas, these niggas, they hobos

I fuck with them migos, can’t come in my bio

I put your main bitch number all in my bio

Double back gang, better ride with a Bible

Hoodrich nigga, we psycho

These niggas remind me of something off American Idol

They rapping and I gotta let 'em get the title (pop pop pop)

But my nigga won’t fight you

These diamonds cold like an ice cube

With my boys in the hood, but my name ain’t Ice Cube

Homicide shit, keep the 762's

Ride with the big gun and Lil Dude

I’ll chop them with sticks, they gon' eat them like food

Goonrich, Hoodrich, nigga, rich like some Jews

I swear I could wash off a dish with my jewels

The tips on the hollows, I give them the blues

Came out the trap on that bullshit, yeah

Still trap the pack with a full clip, yeah

Fourth of July, we don’t shoot in the air

Back of my Gucci shoes look like a bear

I got the Glock with the dick, no homo

Pack touched down, call my plug Tony Romo

Ice on the gold, it look like a Roman

Yeah, I got rich used, to hang on the corner

Still on the block with the Glock on the corner

Junkies still knocking at three in the morning

Glock with a 30, you know I’m gon' warn them

Homicide shit, catch a body, I’m toting

Huh?

Oh, who that?

Who that?

Who that, Auntie?

Huh

Homicide, nigga

We about to slide through this shit, huh?

Homicide, Hoodrich homicide

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Draco diablo, got hundred rounds

Chopper bullets, they be making them thunder sounds

Keep some ammo, got me a lot of rounds

Hit him with a combo, that’s a man down

Luciano got the drake now

Nigga don’t even want to fake now

Ooh, I might eat a nigga’s plate now

Take down, take down, take down, take down

Hit that little bitch from the back, leave her face down

Chop off his limb when I shoot out them K rounds

We got them toys like we still on the playground

Lame ass nigga got flipped with a fake pound

Trapping so hard that I’m making the Feds watch

Rich nigga trapping, I’m Jordan and they’re deadstock

Cook up the dope, got the J’s in a headlock

Percs and the lean, finna go see the med doctor