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Goat
Icewear Vezzo
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Trippie Redd
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(You're a genius, Jones)
Okay, oh wow (Ayy)
Big 14
Gang, gang, gang
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T
Hop out the Lamb', then I hop in a Ghost
I'm posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go
I ride at granny's, I whip on the stove
I put my heart and my soul in the four
I keep a fully, no semi-auto
I got them bands, them bands overload
I keep that water, that shit overflow
If you want beef, then that shit on the floor
If they want heat, then that shit on the floor
If they want beef, then that shit on the floor
I was made for this shit
Park Big Wraith on the 6
Got iced and we takin' this shit
Pour an eight in a twist
I get so high off the mud for no reason, I be wastin' this shit
Niggas hate that we lit
I don't do favors and shit
Want mine, gotta pay for this shit
Got a K with big clip
Catch a nigga out, we'll spray his
Whole ride like I'm paintin' and shit
Mixin' Louis with the Fendi
I was in Louis with blicky
Got fifty racks in my Dickies
Get a nigga whacked for some Tris
Stacked up a ticket
Yeah, I got packs of the fent'
Caught case for a stick
Got a lil' gang in this bitch
Playin' roles, we'll staple your shit
Never hated on shit
Real street nigga in my name
Hold weight and they be fakin' and shit
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T
Hop out the Lamb', then I hop in a Ghost
I'm posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go
I ride at granny's, I whip on the stove
I put my heart and my soul in the four
I keep a fully, no semi-auto
I got them bands, them bands overload
I keep that water, that shit overflow
If you want beef, then that shit on the floor
If they want heat, then that shit on the floor
If they want beef, then that shit on the floor
So much ice on me
Better think twice 'fore he
Run up, I got pipe on me
Got spikes, no Lee
Dick a bitch down so good off the lean that she might OD
Yellow pints on me
Send the shit right OT
White sticks like a white ho key
Hundred racks on me
Made four, five hundred thou' last week, I just might blow three
Turn a half to a hundred
Turn a nigga hat to a skully
Fuck around, put bands on your buddy
Got a bag full of money
Just me and cuddy and we both ten down, so we standin' on twenty
Mag in my denim
Had a weed house in the hood doin'
Numbers, mixin' fives with the twenties
I be high like a junkie
Rich-ass nigga still hangin' in the slums, did time with the felons
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T
Hop out the Lamb', then I hop in a Ghost
I'm posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go
I ride at granny's, I whip on the stove
I put my heart and my soul in the four
I keep a fully, no semi-auto
I got them bands, them bands overload
I keep that water, that shit overflow
If you want beef, then that shit on the floor
If they want heat, then that shit on the floor
If they want beef, then that shit on the floor
(Jones, you're a genius)