COMiC SHiTS

Stay smokin exotic
Rasta biotic’s
Mind on hypnotic
Lookin astonished
Haven’t even made it
Still I’m feelin accomplished
Hittin the come up y’all hate it
Stop all the non sense
We ain’t even related
Still we got bondage
All about money here lately
Stackin my bonds bitch
You gassed out like inflated
Move fast like I’m sonic
The halo demonic
Gooph spread like bubonic
No love is platonic
Your shit old like decayin
Your shit gettin demolished
Don’t be stupid like wtf is you sayin
Shut that shit down talkin abolish
Inside rage explode I’m on super sayain
Cleaned up I be lookin all polished
Durty money what they be payin
Steady gainin that knowledge
Repent my sins ya I be prayin
The money the hostage
Get to them dollars
Do this shit often
Everything be costin
Make my bed I lay in it
Juggin makin music till I’m layin in my coffin
Smokin strong feelin sedated
Pack movin so promptly
Waitin for this blow up runnin out of patience
My music the hobby
Trust in god but not the nation
We fucked up electin Donny
I’ll be 💯 and I’ll say it blatantly
Feelin like Clyde without Bonnie
In the hills with them figures talkin bout that Tommy
Trynna be the Alpha I’m feelin so dominant
In my element I’m feelin so prominent
Visits with the meetins ain’t conjugate
Too loud when the ghanja hit
Hit you high with the potency on some chronic shit
Gooph been grindin this right here some iconic shit
Got the iron and the steel talkin bionic clips
Blow this shit up AC-150 let the bomber hit
Go insane on this track Imma dahmer it
Feelin vicious and viperous on my mamba shit
Spittin out them lama clips
Think I’m bein funny, this ain’t one of Gooph’s comic shit
Feelin dark and gloomy I’m on my somber shit
Build it from the ground up that’s what the Amish did
Storm with a hurricane ain’t no calmin winds
Don’t think before you do no common sense
Old school 90’s on my common shit
You want beef well I got them Brahmin tips
Now I got it in my hands I’m palmin it
Saw me in your nightmares you havin traumas kid
Over dramatic Imma guru with the drama shit
Got the juice now that the Jamba’s in
Come in with that rrraaa rrraaa hit you with rrraaamba stick
Thought you was tough, heard you was a bottom bitch
Rakin money in piles coulda swore autumns in
They wanted me talkin bout your mama and your daughter did
Mudered the beat Gooph jus slaughtered this