Dirty Stick - Goonew, Lil Yachty, Lil Dude

Cha, cha, Goonrich

Cha, Homicide

Gang, Goonrich

Ridin' 'round in that Kompressor with my lil bro Good Intent, aye

What, what, what

Pull on the block with a dirty stick

Junkies, they comin' so I’m beatin' my wrist

Fuck on that ho and she suck the whole clique

blue tips, yeah, I shoot the whole clique

Shootin' that Draco with two hands, bitch

Dunkin' too much, had to fuck up my wrist

Ride in the foreign, you know that it’s tinted

I’m servin' my auntie, she makin' me dinner (hey, auntie)

Percs comin' in and I’m fuckin' a dentist

Live in the trap and I sleep in the kitchen

Still on the block with that 30 extension

Bitch I’m with lou, but he takin' your

Homicide gang comin' through with the fit

I got, flood out the dope in the kitchen

Double back gang, hit him up if I’m missin'

I got the best, you can flow, you can dig it

Switch it up, cook, they was stealin' my swag

Hatin' ass nigga tryna eat up the dab

Hundred round drum, I ain’t goin' out sad

OG, boy, told me how to beat up the pot

I’m fuckin' this bitch and I’m smackin' her around

I’m Goonrich, bitch, and, I stay with the cash

Fuck up this beat 'cause I got the best swag

Come in the trap, you can get you the bag

I ain’t from Atlanta, but I dip and I dab

I fuck on a ho and I’m robbin' her dad

I’m sippin' on Tech, you sippin' on swag

If you want smoke, make a left on the ave

I come in the club and I’m throwin' them bands

He wanted an ounce, but I gave him a half

I come in the trap and I’m doin' my dab

Homicide gang comin' through with the mag

Million dollar kid, totin' hollow tips

Chopper bust, sound like an adlib

Made the bitch slob, need a baby bib

Five cars parked at the new crib

New whip brown like a baby back smoked rib

Hit a bitch, put her in the Uber, that’s a roadkill

Coupe on 4 wheels, bitch off 4 pills

Iced out new grill

Uh, me and Jay Brown in the big wheel

Spendin' the band on your block, it’s a fish tail

Bitch, I’ll still do the windmill

I don’t fuck with 12, man, I don’t eat pig tails

Homicide Boys, leave the shit on your windsheild

Hop out the cut, Hoodrich got big steel

Luciano smoke, I ain’t here

Post in the trenches with my niggas all night for real

You ain’t talkin' money, shut the fuck up

I done fell in love with my bitch 'cause she stuck up, yeah

Nina Ross with me, gotta tuck up

In the trap with the bag, tryna get my bucks up, yeah

4 ounces, gotta pour my Crush up

Money talk, bitch ass nigga need to hush up, yeah

Lil nigga got a nigga shook up

Lookin' for the kid, I advise you to look up, yeah

It ain’t no limit on money we spendin' daily, Master P got the hook up, yeah

We in the trap with some butt naked bitches and them bitches know how to cook

up, bitch