U.G.K

(Wake up, F1lthy)
Ayy, ayy, who need you to tell 'em you the G.O.A.T.?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, who need you to tell 'em you the G.O.A.T.?
I was just racin', pourin' up to problems I was facin'
Cold pillow, sleepin' with a ghost, hoggin' up the blanket
Higher than the ones that didn't make it
Lean taste better in a spaceship
Think I miss her more, she on the internet naked
Don't drive on all four, so I'm really scared to race it, pace it
Stand on all that business when you make it

A nigga think you owe him, that's when Neptune lose his patience
See me, richer than that nigga that she fuckin' in the D-League
'Fore you lose yourself, you just remember I'm gon' be me
Spilled the cup, race car shit

She mad I don't love her, so she hate my bitch
I was still sinnin' and the case dropped quick
Tryna bring my brother home, A-Rod shit
At the bat, last inning but the base not here

You see me, tryna make me jealous, but I love that you don't need me
Tell me everything I want, ayy, ayy
Tell me everything I want, like candy from a kid
She asked me if I trust her, I'm like, "Bitch, you know where I live?"

Who need you to tell 'em you the G.O.A.T.?
Ayy, Neptune, ayy, ayy
Who need them to tell you you the G.O.A.T.?
I was just racin', pourin' up to problems I was facin'
Cold pillow, sleepin' with a ghost, hoggin' up the blanket
Higher than the ones that didn't make it
Lean taste better in a spaceship
I think I miss her more, she on the internet naked

Who need them to tell you you the G.O.A.T.? Yeah, ayy, ayy
Who need them to tell you you the G.O.A.T.?
I was just racin', pourin' out the problems I was facin'
I was just racin'



Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Smith, Richard Ortiz, Lc Camel Jr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link