47 Goonz-Joey Bada$$

[00:11.62][Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] [00:12.29]Yo, Badass don't act or pretend, back at it again [00:15.92]Hit it from the back, she a addict within [00:18.30]I got her on some **** like "I'm a get tatted for him" [00:21.59]She a ride or die, slim, when she in the denims [00:24.47]Remember it like it was yesterday [00:26.29]Another case of "I ****ed your *****, *****" but a more clever way [00:29.69]Caught in the room the elevate, said if you ever may [00:32.31]Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay [00:35.75]Catch me somersaulting my eyelids [00:37.58]Awakened from a dream, just perceived how I live [00:40.15]So it's make believe, rather unique [00:42.63]Lavish, sweet all live in a rapper physique [00:45.31]Hit up a show then after retreat back to the telly with freaks [00:48.45]Pack up a bowl and we ain't even eat [00:50.57]But we got a appetite for cookie creases and treats [00:54.26]And they all got tricks up they sleeve [00:56.02] [00:56.38][Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] [00:56.74]Mansion on the bridge, Mary Jane, **** your cigarette [00:58.77]I'm laughing out loud, ask me if I'm still stressed, possessed [01:01.74]Hope the boys in blue don't arrest yours truly [01:04.32]Respect but suspect, protect your neck jewelry [01:06.65]47s and Uzis, well-connected and recruiting [01:09.28]I be with my Mexicans, I know they got the toolie [01:11.96]I'm smoking doobies with like 20 of my goons [01:14.64]Hotbox the whip and let smoke fill the room [01:17.17]Even through my lenses, my sense is on the moon [01:19.80]Dirty be the name and I came from the black lagoon [01:22.78]I'm sick with the ink like infected tattoos [01:25.05]Just one love but the two-three's branded on my shoes [01:27.84]You would think I had a eighth the way I'm crushing them grapes [01:30.36]Had her whining for a taste, that's why she's up in my face [01:33.01]Them Apex taking over like we running with Apes [01:35.67]What's the verdict? Nothing but a ****ing disgrace, bitch [01:38.71] [01:38.97][Verse 3: Nyck Caution] [01:46.44]This ain't Quidditch but you know the snitch get caught [01:49.07]Then get ****ed like the hoe she brought, throw your fit then walk [01:52.11]When they clip all of your Christmas thoughts [01:54.04]There's no giving when they take what you got [01:56.46]Placed in the crop circle, doc with a smocksie [01:59.09]Art what we drop, dropping car with Da Vinci, whimpering [02:02.53]Leave that risk to your Pros [02:04.45]Wrist full of stone, lapidate if they pass me the smoke [02:07.53]I'm strapped and irate, daps from the fake [02:10.22]Get me mad and I contemplate irrational mode [02:12.95]Don't think about nada, strung you by your collar [02:15.48]The flow father who balanced out his chromosomes proper [02:18.25]I'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beef [02:20.94]But toss the ensalada, peep the blue Impala [02:23.47]There's arrogant cops who stay intruding [02:25.54]Can't stop the 47 like protagonist in Absolution [02:29.13]Them wack rappers who track-eluding [02:31.05]Critic is a random student who use the era as a new rap influence [02:34.59]Faster than ransom shootings or some cancer fluid [02:37.18]I still kill and you can't lose it