GOOFY AF

[Intro]
(What they talkin'—)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy
Fuck the opps, man, motherfuckin' gang in this bitch, man, yeah
Woah, woah, woah (Wha-wha-what they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?)
You know what's goin', man, you need tostay out this shit, man, we'll spin that shit
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
Ayy, these niggas goofy as fuck, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (What?)
Yeah, these niggas goofy as fuck, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (What?)
Huh, these niggas goofy as fuck, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Huh, these niggas goofy as fuck, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (What?)
Yeah, I spend that bag, I'm like, "Fuck a receipt"
Left wrist froze, my neck is on sea
They're tellin' me I'm a prodigy (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
I ran it up, is you proud of me? (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
I'm sorry, accept my apology (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
I'm runnin' it up, I'm out of reach
I'm off of these drugs, don't bother me

[Verse]
Ayy, snatch off the lot, this bitch geeked, hey (Skrrt, skrrt)
Girl, why you lyin' to me? Hey (Hey)
My jeans, they Gallery (Let's go), my shoes Balenci' (Step)
I was always there for you, hm (What?), but you wasn't there for me, huh
And I cannot care for you, hm, 'cause you didn't care for me (Damn)
Yeah, slim thick bad shit go to Pilates
I ran up my rackies, won't get beside me (Racks, racks)
When I wasn't havin', niggas was doubtin'
Bitches was laughin', that shit was childish
Forever lastin', nigga, we ballin'
Forever lastin', nigga, we all in
I know these drugs fuck with my mind
I still pop these Percs, don't give a fuck 'bout it
Come here, bae, let me feel your body
Ooh, I miss your touch, I love it
Nigga play with this shit, get ugly
Micro Drac and I got one Russian (Blrrt)
Ditchin' that Glock but the shit not rusty
Good drank, nigga, no Robituss'
Yellow Xanax, school bus
Nigga, don't pillow talk, what? (What? What?)
Speak up, boy, get that shit off your chest (Put it up)
Fuck nigga cried when his brother had tripped (Woah)
Better be bool or your ass'll be next (Yeah)
Bounce out that box, all that boy seen is red
That stick got a beam, I'ma aim at his dreads
And that Glock got a box I'ma pop at his top
I got vibes and, nigga, they use they head, woah, woah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, these niggas goofy as fuck, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (What?)
Yeah, these niggas goofy as fuck, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (What?)
Huh, these niggas goofy as fuck, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Huh, these niggas goofy as fuck, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (What?)
Yeah, I spend that bag, I'm like, "Fuck a receipt"
Left wrist froze, my neck is on sea
They're tellin' me I'm a prodigy (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
I ran it up, is you proud of me? (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
I'm sorry, accept my apology (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
I'm runnin' it up, I'm out of reach
I'm off of these drugs, don't bother me

[Outro]
(What they talkin'—)
(Wha-wha-what they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?)