GOOP ft. Rob Buck Lyrics

I'm off molly in the party bus

Middle of the freezing Winter gust

Not a single fucker in here who gonna stay in my life because

I don't give a fuck about them anymore, tally-hoe

Finally realized that they don't fuck with you or how you glow

Ha, jokes on you now, see me fucking on your bitch

Yeah she sucking on the tip

Watch your ego leave your id

I'mma brainfuck her like an AP Psychology class

Maybe let her whip, but you know she gonna get that whiplash

I'm bumping Drain Gang out the JBL

While I'm serving meat in her mouth

Yeah she don't spit it out

She wanna grip all my pounds while I smoke all my loud

But she too loud so I shut her mouth with a kiss and an ounce

And now I'm taking her ass to Kwik Trip

Cop a chicken sammie then we dip quick

Kiss quick, call that shit a Kwik Hit

She bouncing all up on me, threw my mind into a quick trip

And I ain't talking about shrooms nor acid, fuck the molly test strips

Was it molly? Was it meth?

Maybe addies or the coke?

Looking at the time, it's only nine

This feeling is no joke

Now I'm trying to sleep at the homies house while he tweaking too

My heart is punching out my chest

I might die, don't know what to do

Molly!

Coke!

Addies!

You choke!

I'm sorry!

Stroke!

Ambies!

It's over!

Yeah it's 2023 now I'm very much alive

I just graduated, now we out the beehive

But I still don't know how or where I'm going

Am I gonna be alright?

Take your bitch by night

And fuck her 'til the sun

Light up your room, and show her your passions

If she don't fuck with any of that, she going in the trash bin

I got Mac so I'm emptying that shit right away

She ain't slay

Make her pay

'Cause I'm broke as shit

Yeah I'm turning the gain up because I be quiet as fuck

And I be going through some pain but i be rising through the muck

And you be stuck, 'cause you destroy your luck with bad habits

But also you don't know the pain that you be putting on others

It's Rob Buck, bitch

I'm off one, bitch

I'm on one too

Your bitch a three or four

Your mom a five, your dad a six

Pull no sevens, nor an eight

And I'm a nine you can't stop me

I keep all my bitches tens

Was it molly? Was it meth?

Maybe addies or the coke?

Looking at the time, it's only nine

This feeling is no joke

Now I'm trying to sleep at the homies house while he tweaking too

My heart is punching out my chest

I might die, don't know what to do

Molly!

Coke!

Addies!

You choke!

I'm sorry!

Stroke!

Ambies!

It's over! (switch)

I'm off a bean

I'm off a bean

I'm off a bean

I'm off a bean

I'm off a bean