Goat Freestyle Songtext
Woah, woah, woah
Hah
Great John on the beat, by the way (Boom, boom, bah)
This bitch wild on my dick, she too freaky, huh
In the ribs, I'm too deep
When we spin on the opps, got two Vs, huh
If that bitch got the kick, I need a piece (I need it)
I be wylin' in her cheeks
Now you see me in the hood, I'm a OG, huh
Hah
Great John on the beat, by the way (Boom, boom, bah)
This bitch wild on my dick, she too freaky, huh
In the ribs, I'm too deep
When we spin on the opps, got two Vs, huh
If that bitch got the kick, I need a piece (I need it)
I be wylin' in her cheeks
Now you see me in the hood, I'm a OG, huh
I get respect if you know me
And I know that you see I'm gettin' bigger (Gettin' bigger)
I start gettin' moody off the liquor (I get moody)
Like the artist I am, I paint the picture (Huh)
Me and the foreign money thicker
And you know I'm a stalker, call me Dipper (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
And you know I'm a stalker, call me Dipper (Boom, yeah, yeah, Fross, bitch)
Niggas know me and Fross back on the shit, huh (Ha)
Ridin' 'round with a grip
You could get shot, lil' boy, dismissed (Huh)
Got me back on my shit (Doot, doot)
Met a lil' bad bitch, bitch look thick (They bad)
Pop a Perc' when I hit
If she ain't have it, she the shit (Uh)
When they seein' the case
I just been livin' my life, been doin' my thing
Nobody can tell me shit (Nothin')
Please don't call my line, don't hit my phone
If you ain't talkin' 'bout them bricks (Don't call)
You can't spin my block, can't spin my sign 'Cause I will dump out that clip
Told that bitch, "Hold on, don't take off clothes
I only need them lips"
You bringin' out all the savagery (Boom)
Bodies droppin', soldiers passin' me (Grrat)
Blunts are rollin', gas surroundin' me
While freaky bitches booty bounce on me (Boom, boom, boom)
You say you love me, why you cappin' me? (Huh)
We could fuck, just don't attach to me
Only fuckin' baddies on the scene
All them other bitches whack to me
Like, bitch, I'm a G.O.A.T., uh
G-O-A-T, y'already muhfuckin' know, ayy
Eli F-R-O-S-S is a god (Grrt, bah), nobody can clone, uh
Haha, hahahaha
Hol' on, uh, huh
Hol' on, uh, huh
Hol' on, uh, look, uh
No chill, niggas ain't been up in no field
Shoot like I'm Kobe, no O'Neal
That mean you catchin' bullets like Odell, Beckham
Ain't no Nike, I check 'em, uh
Tell my doggy, "Go get 'em," uh
Water park how I wet 'em
Like a hunnid K in these denims
They like, "'Cause Crip, how you red 'em?"
Watch the blood drip when I catch him
We don't send texts, bring the TECs in
Need a hunnid bottles in my section
Send threats, better flex then
'Cause this chopper answer all my questions
Uh, yeah, we ain't fuckin', she could gimme neck then
Uh, yeah, think she mad I left her for her best friend
Uh, huh, yeah, he the G.O.A.T., you could never touch him
Uh, huh, yeah
And I know that you see I'm gettin' bigger (Gettin' bigger)
I start gettin' moody off the liquor (I get moody)
Like the artist I am, I paint the picture (Huh)
Me and the foreign money thicker
And you know I'm a stalker, call me Dipper (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
And you know I'm a stalker, call me Dipper (Boom, yeah, yeah, Fross, bitch)
Niggas know me and Fross back on the shit, huh (Ha)
Ridin' 'round with a grip
You could get shot, lil' boy, dismissed (Huh)
Got me back on my shit (Doot, doot)
Met a lil' bad bitch, bitch look thick (They bad)
Pop a Perc' when I hit
If she ain't have it, she the shit (Uh)
When they seein' the case
I just been livin' my life, been doin' my thing
Nobody can tell me shit (Nothin')
Please don't call my line, don't hit my phone
If you ain't talkin' 'bout them bricks (Don't call)
You can't spin my block, can't spin my sign 'Cause I will dump out that clip
Told that bitch, "Hold on, don't take off clothes
I only need them lips"
You bringin' out all the savagery (Boom)
Bodies droppin', soldiers passin' me (Grrat)
Blunts are rollin', gas surroundin' me
While freaky bitches booty bounce on me (Boom, boom, boom)
You say you love me, why you cappin' me? (Huh)
We could fuck, just don't attach to me
Only fuckin' baddies on the scene
All them other bitches whack to me
Like, bitch, I'm a G.O.A.T., uh
G-O-A-T, y'already muhfuckin' know, ayy
Eli F-R-O-S-S is a god (Grrt, bah), nobody can clone, uh
Haha, hahahaha
Hol' on, uh, huh
Hol' on, uh, huh
Hol' on, uh, look, uh
No chill, niggas ain't been up in no field
Shoot like I'm Kobe, no O'Neal
That mean you catchin' bullets like Odell, Beckham
Ain't no Nike, I check 'em, uh
Tell my doggy, "Go get 'em," uh
Water park how I wet 'em
Like a hunnid K in these denims
They like, "'Cause Crip, how you red 'em?"
Watch the blood drip when I catch him
We don't send texts, bring the TECs in
Need a hunnid bottles in my section
Send threats, better flex then
'Cause this chopper answer all my questions
Uh, yeah, we ain't fuckin', she could gimme neck then
Uh, yeah, think she mad I left her for her best friend
Uh, huh, yeah, he the G.O.A.T., you could never touch him
Uh, huh, yeah
