chii wvttz – g.o.a.t lyrics
grra grra grra
gang gang gang
[chorus]
like b+tch keep throwing that ass
like , i see a opp you know i’mma trip that
hollows gon’ hit up his head and his six+pack
hit one of us and you know we gon’ get back
three yercs and the blunt got me smacked
nine on my hip , see a gz , he a pacc
lil mami you know you a snacc
but baby i keep it a stack
[verse 1]
b+tch you a hoe and ya p+ssy is trash
get the head gotta turn on the flash
you broke and don’t match it , like
bl!ck suck d+ck no attachments , like
i’m in the streets i’m a savage
baby i’m upping this gun through the mackage
like, these n++++ p+ssy they ran
all that on live , these n++++s be chatting
[verse 2]
hollows in the gun , see the beam they dashin’
like, n++++ my money is stacking
hollows in the gun , see the beam thеy dashin’
like, n++++ my money is stacking , like
thеy in the whip, they crashing
spin through the eight , you know that they lackin’ , like
keep throwing that ass keep clapping’
opps went out, they died by the stabbing
n+++s can’t rap tell them n++++ stop rapping
it’s a thottie you know that we passin’
hit his neck, you know that he gaspin’
who the f+ck is that n+++ assassin ?
blast him , n++++ is broke, no fashion
rah got hit in his head what happened?
bullets throwing we playing for madden
and for guns i got me or pass it
[?] shot , lil n+++ imagine
[verse 3]
sh+t fat , she got her a wagon
on the block , i threw about seven
n++++s got locked they started confessing
turned fifteen, i turned to a felon
pop me a yerc like f+ck the depression
put my d+ck in the back of her leggings
she wanna f+ck i said look at the settings
i wanna f+ck babygirl go and spread it
she wanna throw it you know i’mma catch it
after that, leave that sh+t in the past
opps got hit in his neck , i’mma laugh
sugarhillkeem gotta get him a bag
same clothes every vid , doing bad
jiggymane tight , we smoking his dad
jiggymane tight , we smoking his dad
[chorus]
like b+tch keep throwing that ass
like , i see a opp you know i’mma trip that
hollows gon’ hit up his head and his six+pack
hit one of us and you know we gon’ get back
three yercs and the blunt got me smacked
nine on my hip , see a gz , he a pacc
lil mami you know you a snacc
but baby i keep it a stack
like b+tch keep throwing that ass
like , i see a opp you know i’mma trip that
hollows gon’ hit up his head and his six+pack
hit one of us and you know we gon’ get back
three yercs and the blunt got me smacked
nine on my hip , see a gz , he a pack
lil mami you know you a snack
but baby i keep me a stack
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