Goofball Freestyle Lyrics

Man, can't wait till I'm doin' hella shows

Bro keep talkin', he gon' be layin' with the crows

Just chillin' with my friends, never worried 'bout my foes

Lil' boy know your place or you'll be red like a rose

Rudolph, red dot, finna hit him in the nose

Told me nut on her face, down below now it snows

Now she all up in my closet tryin' on different clothes

Don't even know what to say but I know that

I just wanna get me some bread (For real)

I just wanna get me some head (For real)

I just need to get me some lead (Indeed)

For my pencil because I do not own a firearm (Definitely joking)

I just wanna get rich heavily (Not joking about that)

I just wanna go someplace heavenly (Yessir)

I just wanna tell 'em all to rest in peace (HAHA, JUMP IN)

Niggas switched, so I detached like joycons

Yo girl turn it up 'cause she know my songs on

Lookin back, man I'm so glad I stayed strong

Made myself a name and showed my haters that they wrong

Just got in the game, yeah ain't nobody knew me

Tried to put a vet on, I'm not talkin 'bout the Louis

Bounced back from my Lois, got some crystals handed to me

Up the Pete on a nigga, turn his brains into Stewie

Speeding on I-75, that's a mega fine

Off that first verse, you could say I'm a family guy

Oh shit, I forgot Meg, damn I tried

Everybody else forgets Meg and so did I

I don't need sense from your ten friends, I got a dime

Niggas actin' tough, but when I snap back, they whine

She wanna fuck with me but I don't snap back, I'm fine

They swear they ahead, I just got a snap back on mine

Ain't nobody tough for real that's why they just talk online

I been moving to a

AH, DAMN IT

Tired of these instagram bots straight spammin'

On a plane I don't even know what state I'll land in

Oh well, finna touch down, yeah we landin'

Drive to the club, but I only brought a band in

SIKEEE, nigga you must be stupid

Walk up in the club and I throw ten bands in

They know who I am, so they escorting the man in

Wanna hear some drums, so I told them bring the band in

Met me a baddie, brought her home, put it in, got some food

Dropped her off, now I call that shit a damn win

You won't catch me worryin' 'bout girls, just dividends

Don't fuck with jakes, don't fuck with that nigga Finn

We ain't have a burner, so we ended up throwing hands

Went Turner on a nigga, gave that boy a Crimson Chin