Goat (feat. Trippie Redd)

(You're a genius, June)

Ha, okay, oh, wow (Big 14, gang, gang, gang)

Yeah, ha

B***h, 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 s**t overflow (Yeah, woo)

If you want beef, then that s**t on the floor (Yeah, yeah)

If they want heat, then that s**t on the floor (Yeah, ayy)

If they want beef, then this s**t on the floor (Ayy, gang)

(Drank God)

I was made for this s**t, parked big Wraith in the 6

Got ice? Then we takin' his s**t

Pour a 8 in a twist

I get so high off the mud for no reason, I be wastin' this s**t

N***as hatin', we lit, I don't do favorites and s**t

Want mine? Gotta pay for this s**t

Got a K with big clip (Phew)

Catch a n***a out (Bah), we gon' spray his whole ride like I'm paintin' and s**t (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 n***a 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 b***h

Play roles, we [?] your s**t

Never hated on s**t

Real street n***a in my name, ho, wait, they be fakin' this s**t, uh

B***h, 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 s**t overflow (Yeah, woo)

If you want beef, then that s**t on the floor (Yeah, yeah)

If they want heat, then that s**t on the floor (Yeah, ayy)

If they want beef, then this s**t 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 b***h down so good, off the lean that she might OD

Yellow pints on me, sendin' s**t 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 n***a hat to a skelly

**** 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 n***a still hangin' in the slums, did time with the felons

B***h, 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 s**t overflow (Yeah, woo)

If you want beef, then that s**t on the floor (Yeah, yeah)

If they want heat, then that s**t on the floor (Yeah, ayy)

If they want beef, then this s**t on the floor (Ayy, gang)

(June, you're a genius)