The GOATS
I stay with the clique yeah I stay with gang
Ain't making comparisons nigga we are not the same
Now your shorty done left you because u a lame
You know that I came with the heat yeah I came with the flame
Holl up
Nigga
Lets switch it up
I hit your bro
Now you got to pick him up
Ain't talking no pictures but the niggas flicked him up
Now it's his birthday he can't even live it up
We in the trap Twizzy get high as the ceiling bruh
That's how I'm feeling bruh
That's how I'm living bruh
If he talking crazy I hit up the gang
They gone pull up with choppas bullets finna fill em up
Yeah and my boys getting reckless
Pull out the K and hit you where your neck is
You know that these shots finna leave yo ass necklace
Rocking these diamonds just look at my necklace
Ima make it out put a check on my check list
I know that he faking his gangster ain't talking about quiz
But Im thinking that I wanna test him
He knows ima pull up, so that boy started praying
Cause he know that GOD finna bless him
Yea, he think he a saint
Man, he not on my rank
I'm taking these racks, nigga to the bank
She seen my account baby don't you faint (Haha)
Yea, I'm hearing that nigga a lame
I heard he wantin some fame
That choppa gone hit you in yo brain
Shoutout to Geo
Shoutout to Marvin
Man these perkys was leavin me starvin
Make it to the top
You know where I started
Shitting on these niggas, nigga yea I farted
I can't show you love, I know that you mad that we parted
Baby you know i'm cold-hearted
You know i'm cold-hearted
You know where I started
These perkys got me up retarded
I'm takin that pill
And my niggas countin up a mill
If there is a problem you know what's the drill
And my niggas really shoot to kill yea
Me and Jonny, we the GOAT
And she asked me, put it in her throat yea
Imma go fuck on yo hoe
Then imma take her down to the road yea
Moncleezy the coat
So you know I can't get cold yea
And i'm fucking yo hoe (Hoe)
And let's keep that on the low yea
In that rari I drove
Feel like harden, cook up in the stove yea
Put ya hands up lil nigga
Yea come open up that door yea
They know I don't play bout my gang
So if he talking crazy then he know it finna get real
I don't think that it was him talking I leave him unconscious
Cause he was bussin of the pills
And let me know why his girl texting me said
That she wanna come over like shawty just chill
I just touched an M like yesterday
I know you broke ass niggas don't know how that feel
He talking this crazy he think that it hurt me
Got shorty at the crib she doin the slurpie
My shorty just texted my phone
And said she love skin tone you know she fw a Hershey
Me and Antonio catching the opps
So I'm telling y'all niggas you better stop lurkin
Me and Antonio catching the opps
So I'm telling y'all niggas you better stop lurkin
Ain't making comparisons nigga we are not the same
Now your shorty done left you because u a lame
You know that I came with the heat yeah I came with the flame
Holl up
Nigga
Lets switch it up
I hit your bro
Now you got to pick him up
Ain't talking no pictures but the niggas flicked him up
Now it's his birthday he can't even live it up
We in the trap Twizzy get high as the ceiling bruh
That's how I'm feeling bruh
That's how I'm living bruh
If he talking crazy I hit up the gang
They gone pull up with choppas bullets finna fill em up
Yeah and my boys getting reckless
Pull out the K and hit you where your neck is
You know that these shots finna leave yo ass necklace
Rocking these diamonds just look at my necklace
Ima make it out put a check on my check list
I know that he faking his gangster ain't talking about quiz
But Im thinking that I wanna test him
He knows ima pull up, so that boy started praying
Cause he know that GOD finna bless him
Yea, he think he a saint
Man, he not on my rank
I'm taking these racks, nigga to the bank
She seen my account baby don't you faint (Haha)
Yea, I'm hearing that nigga a lame
I heard he wantin some fame
That choppa gone hit you in yo brain
Shoutout to Geo
Shoutout to Marvin
Man these perkys was leavin me starvin
Make it to the top
You know where I started
Shitting on these niggas, nigga yea I farted
I can't show you love, I know that you mad that we parted
Baby you know i'm cold-hearted
You know i'm cold-hearted
You know where I started
These perkys got me up retarded
I'm takin that pill
And my niggas countin up a mill
If there is a problem you know what's the drill
And my niggas really shoot to kill yea
Me and Jonny, we the GOAT
And she asked me, put it in her throat yea
Imma go fuck on yo hoe
Then imma take her down to the road yea
Moncleezy the coat
So you know I can't get cold yea
And i'm fucking yo hoe (Hoe)
And let's keep that on the low yea
In that rari I drove
Feel like harden, cook up in the stove yea
Put ya hands up lil nigga
Yea come open up that door yea
They know I don't play bout my gang
So if he talking crazy then he know it finna get real
I don't think that it was him talking I leave him unconscious
Cause he was bussin of the pills
And let me know why his girl texting me said
That she wanna come over like shawty just chill
I just touched an M like yesterday
I know you broke ass niggas don't know how that feel
He talking this crazy he think that it hurt me
Got shorty at the crib she doin the slurpie
My shorty just texted my phone
And said she love skin tone you know she fw a Hershey
Me and Antonio catching the opps
So I'm telling y'all niggas you better stop lurkin
Me and Antonio catching the opps
So I'm telling y'all niggas you better stop lurkin
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Writer(s): Jonathan Monteiro
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