Goat (feat. Trippie Redd)

(Youre a genius, June)
Ha, okay, oh, wow (Big 14, gang, gang, gang)
Yeah, ha

B***h, Im 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 dont 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 Im 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, Im 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, Im 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, youre a genius)