Throat Goat

My bitch a throat goat, I ain't fuckin' with no biters
Hoe I'm rollin', this gon' be a all nighter
Yo' niece fine as fuck, I wanna fuck, can you invite her
Yo' Granny passed, well you finna be just like her
Fuck a bitch to death, don't want no motherfuckin' white girl
Love these pills to death, I come alive when they right here
Bitch I'm finna pop, I don't give a fuck who right here
Brody got popped, threw the .40, I don't like beer

Shotgun shoot like a glizzy, I don't gotta pump it
Fuck my fist, up the blick, y'all gon'have to jump me
Off so many fuckin' pills that they gon' have to pump my stomach
Raised by gorillas, not no bitches, must don't know my Momma
Think I'm going down without a fight, must don't know my struggle
Bitch know I caught a body, but won't tell her nothing
Left here with it on me, came back and had some money
Blew his shit back and walked off, hoe I ain't a runner

My bitch a throat goat, I ain't fuckin' with no biters
Hoe I'm rollin', this gon' be a all nighter
Hold up, I'm in her ass, she threw it back, we got a fighter
Yo' Granny passed, well you finna be just like her
Fuck a bitch to death, don't want no motherfuckin' white girl
Love these pills to death, I come alive when they right there
Bitch I'm finna pop, I don't give a fuck who right here
Brody got popped, threw the .40, I don't like beer

Momma told me, if they touch you Son, better hit 'em back
She got me fucked up, you touch me I'ma get the strap
Holdup, broke pelvis, but I still be breaking bitches back
Way I have 'em spitting, you'll think I make them bitches rap
Way I'm getting rich is off this track or making bitches trap
Won, but still uppin' strap, nigga run it back
Dropped the baby, damn, where yo' babymomma at?
Dropped shells, did the race, he ain't coming back

My bitch a throat goat, I ain't fuckin' with no biters
Hoe I'm rollin', this gon' be a all-nighter
Yo' niece fine as fuck, I'm finna fuck, you bet not fight her
Yo' Granny passed, kill myself, I'm finna pipe her
Dick jumping in a bitch neck, not a white girl
Love these pills, come alive when they right here
Bitch I'm finna pop, I don't give a fuck who right here
Brody got popped, threw the .40, I don't like beer, bitch



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Writer(s): Cedric Mcclain
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