NINO-G:

Ayo, Goob...we got another one! Shout-outs to V-A...Let's get it mayne!

The kid Nino, I'm rollin' with the infamous KG...Chevy ridin' high
Lames get sick to their stomachs when they see us ride by.
It's nerve-wreckin' for them to see some ill niggaz on ill shit.

It's murder when I flow,
It's chaos when Goob spit.

Let the beat bang, let the speakers bleed.
Sit back and watch the cops while we fuckin' speed.
Breakin barriers through the roof, now it's Go-Time.

I put on like Jeezy and Kanye,

Now it's showtime.
I'm always on that raw spittin', not that it was ever missin'...
I been makin' moves like a hooker,
It's alwayz been a given.

I'm from the South, you Nino's a ryda'...
Throw some D's on the black 6-4 Impala.
Take a trip to VA and show 'em how to stunt hard.
Front on Goob or Nino, you gon' need
A fuckin' bodyguard

  KiNg-Go0B3r:

hot char-cole
when i spit, i burn my throat
hot coal i up throw
VA best model, role
passed my swagg class with honor-
rolls, trolls and goblins
nothing to this reaper
these niggas may be a frogs
but they ain't no leapers
night crawlers, creepers
bitches that got to hide, straight sneekers
tip toeing in their sneakers, peepers, like tom, peekers
all up in me and nino business, sucking on our blood like bottom, feeders
nino got the revolver, an di got the oozie
down in VA they call big boy boozie
you don't roll in my circle, in my flow, you will lose me
nino come back, get em mayn, cause they ain't ready for my maturity

  NINO-G:

I drive the black Coupe,
And the 2008 Chevy Malibu...

Stuntin' like my mama, haters have no clue.

It's ill will

When it comes to the paper chase...
I get it like Bill Gates did in his early days.

Can't fuck wit him now, he got that computer dough...
I'm tryna get on his level, it ain't easy though.
When you got lames and haters all in ya face,
It's hard to keep the grind goin' so I burn out
To make haste.

I've seen 6-trey's and tricked out Blazers,
Drippin' candy paint with the lemon-lime flavor.
They tryin' to stop my swag...
Promise to God, they think they can make me drop what I have.

But the only thing gettin' dropped becuz of me...

Is this hot-azz collab wit' Goob on GhettoSoul Poetry,
BITCH!

  KiNg-Go0B3r:

*grabs the mic* i got ya nino, lets gooooo

GS, we is, latest, haters is the lamest
i got that chevy riding high
on the side is the flames set
henny in the back, right next to the play set
where i hold little bitch niggas that do that child play shit
soul de la ghetto, i push my pen til it gets rusty
chest swolen from my heavy spitting
now im looking like a busty
i must be, the big bad wolf, huff puff blow
no homo, this swine niggas get ate like pork
no spoon and no hands, and fuck a dmn fork
man eater, carnivore status, i been had this
piss a mofo off, and my heart just blackens
beat a nigga, and then drag him
he didn't have the cohona's
but i left with my nuts sagging
this is what happens when your mouth blabbing
nino let em have it

  NINO-G:

OK
You see what we got right here,
Is flowin' at it's sickest level.

We come so hard, it's like I'm possessed by
The Devil.

But I'm not, it's just natural to a G
Catch me swervin' through VA with da G-double-O-B.
Back to D-Town, we got the hydraulic pumps.

Bounce ya up higher than John Cena in the old-school pumps.

Yeah

We X-ray all of the bullshit comin' at us, it's gone.

This beat is so fuckin' crazy, I should have it as my

Ringtone.

Full blown swagger...nuthin' else better.
You think you got crazy paint...
I swear mine is wetter.
Goob & Nino, who thought of this squad homie?
They can polygraph me, but they won't find shit on me.
Believe dat, I'm goin' back to my hood...
Ay, Goob I'm done now...it should be understood.