GOAT Talk
That's what I'm talking about
That's why he's the MVP
That's why he's the GOAT, the GOAT
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce aye
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce yeah aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk
G-O-A-T, please stop hating
Ninety nine overall rating
First is not where you are placing
Out my way, you so frustrating
Aye, gimme the mic and I might burn that
Beat up the beat and I might hurt that
Bout to kill another track. Where the hearse at?
I be handing out permanent dirt naps
On the track with Zaqq, he the goat no cap
MiL gonna snap, put the Ville on the map
Know I nigga like me can't hold back
Hand me the beat, won't get it back that's facts
Six five four three too many times
Y'all missed out on too many rhymes
Watch me slide it's nothing, oh my gosh
I got the swagger and panache
They know I'm a monster, be cautious
Any beat I get on they know that shit will get slaughtered
Conversation with the goats and you ain't talking
I be sitting at the round table with the bosses
Scream on em
Who said I wasn't him?
Invade your whole vicinity
Get wicked like I'm Zim
They know that I'm the truth
While y'all be living false
I just do it Nike swoosh in the booth
Know I'm dripping hella
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce aye
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce yeah aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk
Back up in the stu
You know I'm sipping that drink
Lately feeling like a hero
Bitch, so where is my cape?
Shawty got that body-ody
And she bringing that cake
I done cut off all my old hoes
'Cause I knew they was fake
But yeah your ho was the one
Out here beggin to link
She done felt up on my sleeve
I think she liking the mink
She done gave me so much brains
I'm finna call her my shrink
All y'all bitches fake as fuck
Y'all just be liking the bling
Lil bitch she like my drip
Because im icy like rinks
Got your girl hand up all on me
Cause she liking the mink
I think me and her
We finna be an everyday thing
I had her kiss my face
And then she finished kissing my ring
Fat Cuban on my neck
Like I'm a mobster
Shorty pull up
'Cause we gon kick it ain't no soccer
Boujee the way
I take that little bitch all out to lobster
I think she want a steak dinner
Fucking pasta
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce aye
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce yeah aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk
That's why he's the MVP
That's why he's the GOAT, the GOAT
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce aye
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce yeah aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk
G-O-A-T, please stop hating
Ninety nine overall rating
First is not where you are placing
Out my way, you so frustrating
Aye, gimme the mic and I might burn that
Beat up the beat and I might hurt that
Bout to kill another track. Where the hearse at?
I be handing out permanent dirt naps
On the track with Zaqq, he the goat no cap
MiL gonna snap, put the Ville on the map
Know I nigga like me can't hold back
Hand me the beat, won't get it back that's facts
Six five four three too many times
Y'all missed out on too many rhymes
Watch me slide it's nothing, oh my gosh
I got the swagger and panache
They know I'm a monster, be cautious
Any beat I get on they know that shit will get slaughtered
Conversation with the goats and you ain't talking
I be sitting at the round table with the bosses
Scream on em
Who said I wasn't him?
Invade your whole vicinity
Get wicked like I'm Zim
They know that I'm the truth
While y'all be living false
I just do it Nike swoosh in the booth
Know I'm dripping hella
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce aye
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce yeah aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk
Back up in the stu
You know I'm sipping that drink
Lately feeling like a hero
Bitch, so where is my cape?
Shawty got that body-ody
And she bringing that cake
I done cut off all my old hoes
'Cause I knew they was fake
But yeah your ho was the one
Out here beggin to link
She done felt up on my sleeve
I think she liking the mink
She done gave me so much brains
I'm finna call her my shrink
All y'all bitches fake as fuck
Y'all just be liking the bling
Lil bitch she like my drip
Because im icy like rinks
Got your girl hand up all on me
Cause she liking the mink
I think me and her
We finna be an everyday thing
I had her kiss my face
And then she finished kissing my ring
Fat Cuban on my neck
Like I'm a mobster
Shorty pull up
'Cause we gon kick it ain't no soccer
Boujee the way
I take that little bitch all out to lobster
I think she want a steak dinner
Fucking pasta
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce aye
Sauce, sauce
Sauce, sauce yeah aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk aye
GOAT talk, GOAT talk
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Writer(s): Jameel Ali
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