GOODYEAR (feat. PhorHead & AntibacterialHandwipe)

Uhh... guys?
(Dropaholics Mixtape)
Damn son, where'd you find this?
Is that all you got?
R-R-R-Real trap shit
That is fucking fire

These bloons and arrows and blue dinero, feel like a superhero
Looks like number two pencils when I shoot but no lead goes through my barrel
You be careful, infinite clip, I'm never few of ammo
And we don't let that fake shit fly 'cause we view the camo

We just let that sharp shit fly, you see my point?
As soon as these darts hit the sky it's helium joints
I'm a hawk through my targeting eye, you can't avoid
So don't fuck with the marketing guy, he's so much more

We smoking darts and we sniffing coke
In the studio I work with the mic like I'm Quincy Jones
Big blimps bringing me down, I might play 'Little Do You Know'
But there's no magic fabric that can match against Quincy's bow

Yeah, it's been a good year
We shot the blimp out the sky
It's been a Goodyear
Smokin CBD and DDTs, this BTD
These chimps in a line that you should fear

These opps are some airheads, I'm chewing them out
Bloons lining up, Brandon's snorting them down
Upgrade these monks like you're Buddhist now
Up these monks like you're losing the round
I'm the smartest funk, I'm the truest Tao

He's changing chimps to chumps, getting hot to the touch
Chat thinks they're giving good advice but Brandon don't give a fuck
To be honest it's tough the way he's wasting his luck
On a round 14 dub but chat just look at him clutch

Yeah, it's been a good year
We shot the blimp out the sky
It's been a Goodyear
Smokin CBD and DDTs, this BTD
These chimps in a line that you should fear

Nothing gets past these bars
That's called motherfucking bars
Bullseye!
He's heating up!
Like me, Quincy, son of Quincy
This guy just doesn't miss!
That is fucking fire

Hi! I'm Quincy, son of Quincy
You must be Atrioc! Son of... Atrioc?