Goon Bags (uz Remix) Lyrics - Foreign Beggars

Friday night, street's packed 

Headed out, no plans to reach back 

Thoughts of a tongue tied, meet with yads 

Hold up to the sunrise, breach the flat 

Call the man, I'm like "Where you at?" 

Cross the tracks, we ain't afraid of that 

We are spraying tags, we done drained the yat 

Got a bus cause a man found gates to crash 

We green light, wave flag 

Out of the flash like we race drag 

Blow thick smoke out a chain of fags 

Can be sipping on shots till I faint and gag 

I'mma raid the bar when she serving them 

Pass out the bottle, can we merk the ten? 

Heads swimming hard in a swirl of Gin 

Wake up in a daze that can work again 

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Goon bags, loose yads 

Run up in your flats with your goose flats 

That new crack, just swagger 

Crewboard looking like lil' blaggers 

Bellboy, no looks 

Flipped on the fifth of those gold manors 

Name ain't written in no books 

We ain't leaving till hoes bladdered 

Wise living, loose world 

Lifestyle brimming with loose girls 

Live women, choose swerve 

Mans all peeking on two thirds 

Three Q's, one milli 

G dubs speaking like hillbillies 

Still illy, fuck father 

Your bitch calling me godfather 

Photos 

Put it, in a 

Bag, zip it 

Shut it, get that 

Paper, moving 

(We bring goon bags, brother we gon' do blags 

Got that true swag, everything with new tags) 

This be that, new shit 

Old dog flipping new tricks 

Out here living like two hicks 

Chicks all skinny like toothpicks 

Camera's on, it don't prove shit 

Crack it on and you'll choose dick 

Dash it on and you'll move with 

Tag along and you'll get used quick 

Tag along and get moved on 

Move along and get moved to 

I ain't out here trying to make a friend 

So say your piece so I'mma school through 

New school? Fuck a plan 

I'mma move on so fuck a fight 

Man like us stay out of sight, out of mind 

Plus, I'm out tonight 

Hangover, hurt like my head's crushed by a Land Rover 

So I go for the boot till a man sober 

I'm in the zone, I sip petroleum, I hit the drone 

Smoke spliffs alone, won't shift 

In a paranoid fit at home, lets stick the phone 

They call in the blonde, fix my tone 

I might drift the void till my liver's blown 

My kidneys shunk and my heart's a mess 

Five parts the tar, five parts the stress 

Surf the fine line, patrol the edge 

Scrape the foot of my sofa dreads 

I hit rock bottom and give to death 

Chain smoking rest there's nothing left 

Till I fuck my breath, turn tucks for death 

Six feet deep, laid to rest 

(We bring goon bags, brother we gon' do blags 

Got that true swag, everything with new tags)