Lyrics: Retro Green
Music: Cage
GREEN GOBLIN
Chorus:
Yh my names iconic, loada hollow tips stuffed in my cockpit,
Amy needs a rocket shoot dat herion straight into her armpit,
I got tired of rockin, at this point I can’t go home if it ain’t poppin,
I got phones hop out the car, I know you smokin rocks bitch,
Take me to a house, make sure this place safe don’t play with me I promise,
If not imma cut all of these shottas, then go by ur moms crib,
Told my soldier you gotta speak up, for himself you can’t be shy to fly,
Abusing my body on drugs no sleep I can’t be shy to die,
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Verse 1:
Opps been rate my songs, I hear they play my songs when they get high,
Dis time my closest brother caused them injury’s that alter life,
Always been a trap nigga that shoots shit n gets bloody at times,
My way ain’t no other way hit the highway n commit country crimes,
They told me dat im forcing niggas they don’t wanna live this life,
But you brought your soul up to the table n you said this trap is mine,
How you gonna talk about you trappin & get scared to go away for couple weeks & go missing,
I didn’t care , I did that shit at 14,
15 when I went prison, adult when I came out so now they can’t report me missing, Now I’m overpleting all these mission,
Overcomplicating conversations had me overthinking,
Caine just a whole z in the pot right next to me right by my sink &
I’m just on the phone polluting bones with all this new buj I’m slinging,
Breathing on my own I’m still alive & still hoping them fences,
We been pushin all week, licker in my lean we need replenish,
2 ballers hit em out back to back over nets wit poles like tennis,
All my sad songs go over heads they can’t see im really damaged,
You think it’s so cool, but you a fool so you gon end up hanging,
Got a new tool I crank it,
Gotta respect the hierarchy strongly believe in ranking,
I got niggas South America in the mafia retro flaggin,
At 18 I had a Colombian girl who speak Spanish,
I was going through it then I built a whole team line just to manage,
Raw on the nose needles in toes, get both fiend high demanding
Lost in the hidden wrld I see things you can’t see in this planet,
New Louis I brang it,
African pirate bandit,
Roof come panoramic,
I’m sippin green lean green lean green lean,
Brain licker in my bottle yeah,
RS6 full throttle yeah,
Bussing the lean by the nozzle yeah,
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Chorus:
Yh my names iconic, loada hollow tips stuffed in my cockpit,
Amy needs a rocket shoot dat herion straight into her armpit,
I got tired of rockin, at this point I can’t go home if it ain’t poppin,
I got phones hop out the car, I know you smokin rocks bitch,
Take me to a house, make sure this place safe don’t play with me I promise,
If not imma cut all of these shottas, then go by ur moms crib,
Told my soldier you gotta speak up, for himself you can’t be shy to fly,
Abusing my body on drugs no sleep I can’t be shy to die,
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