Goat - Icewear Vezzo, Trippie Redd

Bitch, I’m the G.O.A.T.

Hop out the Lam', then I hop in a Ghost (In a Ghost)

I’m posted up on that block by the store

Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Let it go)

I’m right at granny’s, I whip on the stove (Stove)

I put my heart and my soul in the fork (In the bowl)

I keep a fully, no semi-auto

I got them bands, them bands overload

I keep that water, that shit overflow

If you want beef, then that shit on the floor

If they want heat, then that shit on the floor

If they want beef, then that shit on the floor (Drank God)

I was made for this shit

Parked big Wraith in the 6

Got ice?

Then we takin' his shit

Pour an eight in a Twist

I get so high off the mud for no reason, I be wastin' this shit

Niggas hate that we lit

I don’t do favors and shit

Want mine?

Gotta pay for this shit

Got a K with big clip

Catch a nigga out, we’ll spray his whole ride like I’m paintin' and shit

Mix the Louis with the Fendi (Yeah)

I was in Louis with blicky (Yeah)

Got fifty racks in my Dicky (Yeah)

Get a nigga whacked for some Trishy (Trishy)

Stacked up a ticket (What?)

Yeah, I got packs for the fifty

Caught a case for the stick

Got lil' gang in this bitch (Lil' gang)

Play roles, we’ll staple your shit

Never hated on shit

Real street nigga, yeah, my name hold weight, they be fakin' this shit, ugh

Bitch, I’m the G.O.A.T.

Hop out the Lam', then I hop in a Ghost (In a Ghost)

I’m posted up on that block by the store

Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Let it go)

I’m right at granny’s, I whip on the stove (Stove)

I put my heart and my soul in the fork (In the bowl)

I keep a fully, no semi-auto

I got them bands, them bands overload

I keep that water, that shit overflow

If you want beef, then that shit on the floor

If they want heat, then that shit on the floor

If they want beef, then that shit on the floor (Yeah)

So much ice on me

Better think twice 'fore he run up, I got pipe on me

Got spikes, no Lee

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 whole key

Hundred racks on me

Made four, five hundred thousand last week

I just might blow three

Turn a half to a hundred

Turn a nigga hat to a skully

Fuck around, put bands on your buddy

Got a bag full of money

Just me and cuddy

And we both ten down, so we stand on all twenty

Mag in my denim

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 G.O.A.T.

Hop out the Lam', then I hop in a Ghost (In a Ghost)

I’m posted up on that block by the store

Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Let it go)

I’m right at granny’s, I whip on the stove (Stove)

I put my heart and my soul in the fork (In the bowl)

I keep a fully, no semi-auto

I got them bands, them bands overload

I keep that water, that shit overflow

If you want beef, then that shit on the floor

If they want heat, then that shit on the floor

If they want beef, then that shit on the floor

(June, you’re a genius)