No Goats

It's two of the most lethal cats in a same track
Killing, chilling, struggling hustling from the same gang
Switching flows, heavy old school to insane trap
Ladies and gentlemen this is danger. jr and mofo giving this present and this shit sealed With a kiss, perfectly gift wrapped
This rap class is for those jackass just a short message y'll sound trash march right own To your clan kill your ass bitch we the outcaste
Stay away from this game you injurious to the people you spread shit like y'll eat bats
So keep a distance of 6 feet
Brag about some philosophy and think that shit's deep
Bitch We laugh abt that thing man that shit's weak
We all elite at the top of the mountain hauling at this wall street
Baby im a rock star talk a lot about that G shit but you the first one watching a cop car
Gang107 ain't no nothing can stop us
Bitches

Different from these wanna be punks, we wild n bold
Settlement isn't our thing, we fight n snatch your souls
Everything that we fucking touch, turns into gold
Rippin'of all these motherfuckers, calling themselves goats

Boomdiggidy bom bom
This beat is so pump pump
This kick is hitting dum dum
Me go tara rum pum
Bad meets evil, this shit crazy
Mad shit lethal, fans of shady
Tell those ppl, devil out raiding
Ambushing camps of fake hip hop
Trading
Thrashing down all these so called
Fucking wanna be gangsters
Bashing out the souls until they realise they
Just hamsters
Lyrical ability they lack
Critical analysis they wack
Spherical my bars they stab
Parable i go war on jacks
It's time i rebel em, quell em,cell em
Put them through hell then
Like scorpion burn them in these fired
Bars of hades
No chance to counter you won't know
Where ur fucking head is!
Intellect my kind from different portal
Intel tech my mind I don't write parah normal
Perfect lines i portray is immortal
Even after im gone they will haunt u paranormal
No suit but hoodies another john wick saga
No gun but verbal bullets on the mic baba yaga

Different from these wanna be punks, we wild n bold
Settlement isn't our thing, we fight n snatch the souls
Everything that we fucking touch, turns into gold
Rippin' of all these motherfuckers, calling themselves goats

Let me hit a shot what am I doing
I got no fucking time to rhyme
It's Fuckin tym
To grill some chicken and
Squeezee lime
On top of it i sip wine and take a bite
I find These
New shool rappers like french fries
So Cheesy and saucy
Let me eat them like I've never got
Straight from the slums of Mumbai
I rep my city loud hooo
Cause I don't walk with the crowd
I know my ex won't talk to me Back
Till I make money
If you wanna be my honey
Show me your nasty skills
Eesh
You pussy fuckers listen don't u talk about this please
I'm reppin' like a star
I am living like a baa
Bal x4
Black sheep I make hit
Marijuana in my pocket
That's lit
I am fucking high up in the sky
Baby suck my lip till is fucking dry
I am a brown boy baby making bitches cry
Fuck the goats
Fuck the goats
Fuck the goats
Fuck the goats



Credits
Writer(s): Gaurav Singh
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