Scope
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Ayy, woah, damn, damn, uh
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm firing, hey (So you know I'm firing)
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Cracking like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the guys be hitting non-stop
I be serving swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be popping tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
Straight from the dope right there
Walk inside the trap, Raf Simon on me
Got a big clique, feel that Glick on me (Boom)
Trigger finger itch and my clip on me (Boom)
I don't do a bitch, prolly snitch on me (Snitch)
Hold up, I be steady flexing, never swelling, I'm just killing shit
You don't get my message, I'm not stressing, you a stupid bitch
I got model bitches, out in New York, on some vintage shit
When I go to Cali 'migo got me smoking cookie
Gotta keep a hood bitch, yeah
And she super thick, yeah (skrr)
And she suck my dick, yeah (skrr)
And she making flips
I can't believe this, ayy
I'm a genius, ayy
Had to skip school, ayy
So I can make flips, ayy
Hit the Tre flips, bitch
I'm at the place, flip, bitch
Why the faking?
Ayy, UPT shit, ayy
To the Southside, ayy
I been outside (Outside, outside, outside)
I been making plays
I stay on my grind (Bitch!)
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm firing, hey (So you know I'm firing)
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Cracking like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the guys be hitting non-stop
I be serving swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be popping tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
Straight from the dope right there
Ayy, I pop tags, ayy
Ayy, throw it in the bag, ayy (The bag, bag)
While I'm smoking, smoking gas, hold up (Gas gas)
Right on Georgia Ave, ayy (I don't talk)
All the time, real aggressive, ayy
With Marcy Mane he needa restroom, ayy
I'm popping shit like Smith & Wesson, ayy
Know the movie match the fit
Hopping out, shit, looking like a brick
Air Max, so I kick
I ain't rocking no Rick's, ayy
Ayy, shining on my stunner shit, ayy
Ayy, the burna match the fit, ayy
Ayy, yeah, the burna match the fit
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm firing, hey (So you know I'm firing)
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Cracking like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the guys be hitting non-stop
I be serving swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be popping tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
Straight from the dope right there
Ayy, woah, damn, damn, uh
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm firing, hey (So you know I'm firing)
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Cracking like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the guys be hitting non-stop
I be serving swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be popping tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
Straight from the dope right there
Walk inside the trap, Raf Simon on me
Got a big clique, feel that Glick on me (Boom)
Trigger finger itch and my clip on me (Boom)
I don't do a bitch, prolly snitch on me (Snitch)
Hold up, I be steady flexing, never swelling, I'm just killing shit
You don't get my message, I'm not stressing, you a stupid bitch
I got model bitches, out in New York, on some vintage shit
When I go to Cali 'migo got me smoking cookie
Gotta keep a hood bitch, yeah
And she super thick, yeah (skrr)
And she suck my dick, yeah (skrr)
And she making flips
I can't believe this, ayy
I'm a genius, ayy
Had to skip school, ayy
So I can make flips, ayy
Hit the Tre flips, bitch
I'm at the place, flip, bitch
Why the faking?
Ayy, UPT shit, ayy
To the Southside, ayy
I been outside (Outside, outside, outside)
I been making plays
I stay on my grind (Bitch!)
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm firing, hey (So you know I'm firing)
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Cracking like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the guys be hitting non-stop
I be serving swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be popping tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
Straight from the dope right there
Ayy, I pop tags, ayy
Ayy, throw it in the bag, ayy (The bag, bag)
While I'm smoking, smoking gas, hold up (Gas gas)
Right on Georgia Ave, ayy (I don't talk)
All the time, real aggressive, ayy
With Marcy Mane he needa restroom, ayy
I'm popping shit like Smith & Wesson, ayy
Know the movie match the fit
Hopping out, shit, looking like a brick
Air Max, so I kick
I ain't rocking no Rick's, ayy
Ayy, shining on my stunner shit, ayy
Ayy, the burna match the fit, ayy
Ayy, yeah, the burna match the fit
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm firing, hey (So you know I'm firing)
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Cracking like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the guys be hitting non-stop
I be serving swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be popping tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
Straight from the dope right there
Credits
Writer(s): Foley Robb Santamaria
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