Letra de Goat
(You're a genius, June)
Ha, okay, oh, wow (Big 14, gang, gang, gang)
Yeah, ha
Bitch, I'm the goat
Hop out the Lamb' then I hop in a Ghost (Hop in a Ghost, woo)
I posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Woo, let it go)
I ride at Grannies', I whip on the stove
I put my heart and my soul in the phone (Yeah, in the phone)
I keep a foolie, no semi-auto (Bah, woo, haha)
I got them bands, them bands overload (Go, yeah, yeah)
I keep that water, that shit overflow (Yeah, woo)
If you want beef, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, yeah)
If they want heat, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, ayy)
If they want beef, then this shit on the floor (Ayy, gang)
(Drank God)
I was made for this shit, parked big Wraith in the 6
Got ice? Then we takin' his shit
Pour a 8 in a twist
I get so high off the mud for no reason, I be wastin' this shit
Niggas hatin', we lit, I don't do favorites and shit
Want mine? Gotta pay for this shit
Got a K with big clip (Phew)
Catch a nigga out (Bah), we gon' spray his whole ride like I'm paintin' and shit (Bah, bah)
Mix the Louis with the Fendi (Yeah, yeah), I was in Louis with blicky (Yeah, yeah)
Got fifty racks in my dicky
Get a nigga wacked for some [?], stacked up a ticket
Yeah, I got packs for the fifty
Caught a case for the stick, got a lil' gang in this bitch
Play roles, we [?] your shit
Never hated on shit
Real street nigga in my name, ho, wait, they be fakin' this shit, uh
Bitch, I'm the goat
Hop out the Lamb' then I hop in a Ghost (Hop in a Ghost, woo)
I posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Woo, let it go)
I ride at Grannies', I whip on the stove
I put my heart and my soul in the phone (Yeah, in the phone)
I keep a foolie, no semi-auto (Bah, woo, haha)
I got them bands, them bands overload (Go, yeah, yeah)
I keep that water, that shit overflow (Yeah, woo)
If you want beef, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, yeah)
If they want heat, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, ayy)
If they want beef, then this shit on the floor (Ayy, gang)
So much ice on me
Better think twice 'fore he run up, I got pipe on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The spikes, no leaf
Dick a bitch down so good, off the lean that she might OD
Yellow pints on me, sendin' shit right OT
White sticks like a white ho key
Hundred racks on me, made three, four, five hundred thousand last week, I just might blow three
Turn a half to a hundred, turn a nigga hat to a skelly
Fuck around put bands on your buddy
Got a bag full of money
Just me, and Cudi, and we both ten down so we stand on all twenty
Mag' in my denim (Yeah), had a weed house in the hood doin' numbers
Mixin' fives with the twenties
I be high like a junkie
Rich ass nigga still hangin' in the slums, did time with the felons
Bitch, I'm the goat
Hop out the Lamb' then I hop in a Ghost (Hop in a Ghost, woo)
I posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Woo, let it go)
I ride at Grannies', I whip on the stove
I put my heart and my soul in the phone (Yeah, in the phone)
I keep a foolie, no semi-auto (Bah, woo, haha)
I got them bands, them bands overload (Go, yeah, yeah)
I keep that water, that shit overflow (Yeah, woo)
If you want beef, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, yeah)
If they want heat, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, ayy)
If they want beef, then this shit on the floor (Ayy, gang)
(June, you're a genius)
Ha, okay, oh, wow (Big 14, gang, gang, gang)
Yeah, ha
Bitch, I'm the goat
Hop out the Lamb' then I hop in a Ghost (Hop in a Ghost, woo)
I posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Woo, let it go)
I ride at Grannies', I whip on the stove
I put my heart and my soul in the phone (Yeah, in the phone)
I keep a foolie, no semi-auto (Bah, woo, haha)
I got them bands, them bands overload (Go, yeah, yeah)
I keep that water, that shit overflow (Yeah, woo)
If you want beef, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, yeah)
If they want heat, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, ayy)
If they want beef, then this shit on the floor (Ayy, gang)
(Drank God)
I was made for this shit, parked big Wraith in the 6
Got ice? Then we takin' his shit
Pour a 8 in a twist
I get so high off the mud for no reason, I be wastin' this shit
Niggas hatin', we lit, I don't do favorites and shit
Want mine? Gotta pay for this shit
Got a K with big clip (Phew)
Catch a nigga out (Bah), we gon' spray his whole ride like I'm paintin' and shit (Bah, bah)
Mix the Louis with the Fendi (Yeah, yeah), I was in Louis with blicky (Yeah, yeah)
Got fifty racks in my dicky
Get a nigga wacked for some [?], stacked up a ticket
Yeah, I got packs for the fifty
Caught a case for the stick, got a lil' gang in this bitch
Play roles, we [?] your shit
Never hated on shit
Real street nigga in my name, ho, wait, they be fakin' this shit, uh
Bitch, I'm the goat
Hop out the Lamb' then I hop in a Ghost (Hop in a Ghost, woo)
I posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Woo, let it go)
I ride at Grannies', I whip on the stove
I put my heart and my soul in the phone (Yeah, in the phone)
I keep a foolie, no semi-auto (Bah, woo, haha)
I got them bands, them bands overload (Go, yeah, yeah)
I keep that water, that shit overflow (Yeah, woo)
If you want beef, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, yeah)
If they want heat, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, ayy)
If they want beef, then this shit on the floor (Ayy, gang)
So much ice on me
Better think twice 'fore he run up, I got pipe on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The spikes, no leaf
Dick a bitch down so good, off the lean that she might OD
Yellow pints on me, sendin' shit right OT
White sticks like a white ho key
Hundred racks on me, made three, four, five hundred thousand last week, I just might blow three
Turn a half to a hundred, turn a nigga hat to a skelly
Fuck around put bands on your buddy
Got a bag full of money
Just me, and Cudi, and we both ten down so we stand on all twenty
Mag' in my denim (Yeah), had a weed house in the hood doin' numbers
Mixin' fives with the twenties
I be high like a junkie
Rich ass nigga still hangin' in the slums, did time with the felons
Bitch, I'm the goat
Hop out the Lamb' then I hop in a Ghost (Hop in a Ghost, woo)
I posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Woo, let it go)
I ride at Grannies', I whip on the stove
I put my heart and my soul in the phone (Yeah, in the phone)
I keep a foolie, no semi-auto (Bah, woo, haha)
I got them bands, them bands overload (Go, yeah, yeah)
I keep that water, that shit overflow (Yeah, woo)
If you want beef, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, yeah)
If they want heat, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, ayy)
If they want beef, then this shit on the floor (Ayy, gang)
(June, you're a genius)
