2-Headed Goat
Mafiajitt nigga
Dont stop my shit nigga, yeah!
Bitch we some goats, if you aint know
Then then you know now, driving to fast on my block
Get it slowed down we them young niggas
You cant bring yo hoe round' yeah!
And i walk with them racks
So i know all these bitches tryna go now deep in these streets
So i cant put that pole down backdoor the plug took him down for like 4 pounds
Big boy glock you could eat this lil whole round
(Stick to the code I ain't making no sound!)
Got the plug to come shop so this shit for the low now
I cant trap on the block I just get it and go now
Can't cuff on a bitch i just fuck em and get lost
Bitch we walk in designer, the finest, this shit costs
Catch me a case that stick gone get tossed
8 bands on me feel like LA and rick ross
Yea
I spent some racks on a bitch i dont care what that shit costs
Drip when I walk yeah you know this shit big sauce
She dont play ball but she sucking the tip off
Put that dick on a bitch make that hoe make a sick call
Everything water this voss, im smoking on gumbo that shit make me cough
I put that bitch on a flight
Then In a truck
Then I brought her to the loft
Don't speak on my name unless you tryna do some
Frontline with them glocks, yea it's 2 some
Better hop in that car if you aint tryna shoot none
That's how young niggas die cause they geekin' to prove some
Im tryna slide get em' chopped and lets move some
5.56's I know they go through some
Thot bitch all on my dick tryna chew some
That nigga bluffin' he aint never do none!
(Yea!)
I fuck with nothing but blue hundred
Beat on my chest in this bitch im like who want it?
They sleepin' on me while im hittin' the snooze button
Touch one hair on my head and my crew comin'
And i really live it this shit aint no cap rap
9th grade i had that stick in my backpack
Sippin on codeine they call me the act mac
He reach for this chain, and we shoot like a stepback
Street shit
Im making hits on the iPhone
Trap house
We in they spot when they not home
Soon as the pack hit the block then the pack gone
When im off the perc I be tryna break her backbone
She wanted steak but I ordered her gyros
Bitch you stay beggin' thats why i like white hoes
She said i was broke
Man that must be a typo
BBL Goat I just paid for her lipo
Bitch we some goats, if you aint know
Then then you know now, driving to fast on my block get it slowed down
We them young niggas you cant bring yo hoe round' yeah!
And i walk with them racks so i know all these bitches
Tryna go now deep in these streets
So i cant put that pole down backdoor the plug
Took him down for like 4 pounds
Big boy glock you could eat this lil whole round
(Stick to the code I ain't making no sound!)
Niggas want smoke then they know its gonna go down
I cant trap on the block I just get it and go now!
Gun on silent when I shoot it make no sound
Bitch we walk in designer, the finest, this shit cost
Niggas be broke and they still rocking rip-offs
8 Bands on me feel like LA and Rick Ross!
My dawg in the trap and he tryna get bricks off
Pint for a pint yeah we having a sip off
I Bet on the game he be dead before kick-off
Spaceship coupe yeah im ready for lift-off
Bey-Bey-Blade yeah im lettin it rip-off!
Glizzy turn his pants backwards thats Kris Kross
Yea my dick gotta crib and it live in a bitch mouth!
The Backstreet is hot so you know a nigga switch routes
Got my own spot so I can't get kicked out
Yea!
Dont stop my shit nigga, yeah!
Bitch we some goats, if you aint know
Then then you know now, driving to fast on my block
Get it slowed down we them young niggas
You cant bring yo hoe round' yeah!
And i walk with them racks
So i know all these bitches tryna go now deep in these streets
So i cant put that pole down backdoor the plug took him down for like 4 pounds
Big boy glock you could eat this lil whole round
(Stick to the code I ain't making no sound!)
Got the plug to come shop so this shit for the low now
I cant trap on the block I just get it and go now
Can't cuff on a bitch i just fuck em and get lost
Bitch we walk in designer, the finest, this shit costs
Catch me a case that stick gone get tossed
8 bands on me feel like LA and rick ross
Yea
I spent some racks on a bitch i dont care what that shit costs
Drip when I walk yeah you know this shit big sauce
She dont play ball but she sucking the tip off
Put that dick on a bitch make that hoe make a sick call
Everything water this voss, im smoking on gumbo that shit make me cough
I put that bitch on a flight
Then In a truck
Then I brought her to the loft
Don't speak on my name unless you tryna do some
Frontline with them glocks, yea it's 2 some
Better hop in that car if you aint tryna shoot none
That's how young niggas die cause they geekin' to prove some
Im tryna slide get em' chopped and lets move some
5.56's I know they go through some
Thot bitch all on my dick tryna chew some
That nigga bluffin' he aint never do none!
(Yea!)
I fuck with nothing but blue hundred
Beat on my chest in this bitch im like who want it?
They sleepin' on me while im hittin' the snooze button
Touch one hair on my head and my crew comin'
And i really live it this shit aint no cap rap
9th grade i had that stick in my backpack
Sippin on codeine they call me the act mac
He reach for this chain, and we shoot like a stepback
Street shit
Im making hits on the iPhone
Trap house
We in they spot when they not home
Soon as the pack hit the block then the pack gone
When im off the perc I be tryna break her backbone
She wanted steak but I ordered her gyros
Bitch you stay beggin' thats why i like white hoes
She said i was broke
Man that must be a typo
BBL Goat I just paid for her lipo
Bitch we some goats, if you aint know
Then then you know now, driving to fast on my block get it slowed down
We them young niggas you cant bring yo hoe round' yeah!
And i walk with them racks so i know all these bitches
Tryna go now deep in these streets
So i cant put that pole down backdoor the plug
Took him down for like 4 pounds
Big boy glock you could eat this lil whole round
(Stick to the code I ain't making no sound!)
Niggas want smoke then they know its gonna go down
I cant trap on the block I just get it and go now!
Gun on silent when I shoot it make no sound
Bitch we walk in designer, the finest, this shit cost
Niggas be broke and they still rocking rip-offs
8 Bands on me feel like LA and Rick Ross!
My dawg in the trap and he tryna get bricks off
Pint for a pint yeah we having a sip off
I Bet on the game he be dead before kick-off
Spaceship coupe yeah im ready for lift-off
Bey-Bey-Blade yeah im lettin it rip-off!
Glizzy turn his pants backwards thats Kris Kross
Yea my dick gotta crib and it live in a bitch mouth!
The Backstreet is hot so you know a nigga switch routes
Got my own spot so I can't get kicked out
Yea!
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