- Goat (feat. Trippie Redd) 歌词 Icewear Vezzo Trippie Redd
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- Trippie Redd Goat (feat. Trippie Redd) 歌词
- Icewear Vezzo 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)
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