dc the don - goat lyrics
goat lyrics
[intro]
ayy, artillery in this
let a n+gga try me
yeah, ok artillery
gang
[verse]
either i’m gettin’ hot or this b+tch gettin’ cold
it’s a brand new whip, whip that b+tch through the snow
[?]
how the f+ck i’m the that n+gga and i’m headin’ [?]
[?] on my feet, had to stay on my toes
hit that b+tch from the side, lil frosty, bankroll
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout a b+tch while i’m out on the road
now i’m sippin’ on mud, now this b+tch movin’ slow
ar still jammed, so this b+tch can’t blow
take two big glocks, had to keep that hoe closed
boom, boom, three shots, now the whole case closed
movin’ like stunna, had to get in that mode
ar still jammed, so this b+tch can’t blow
take two big glocks, had to keep that hoe closed
boom, boom, three shots, now the whole case closed
i’m the king of the city, came to the east coast, gang
big stick on that b+tch likе an elephant nose
now the opps likе, “d+mn, where the f+ck that n+gga go?”
got the henny in my lap and i’m smokin’ on dro
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout a b+tch while i’m out on the road
two+hundred, just a clip out the muh’f+ckin’ fro
and i got long dreads, so that b+tch gon’ show
i’ma shake em for the opps, middle finger to the folks
boom, boom, boom, boom, who the f+ck at my door?
artillery got the glock, he gon’ let out the smoke
had to bless your trap, i’m the muh’f+ckin’ pope
i’m too muh’f+ckin’ sick, i’m too muh’f+ckin’ gross
in that brand new mclaren, i did not mean to boast
all them homies in the pen, better not drop the soap
i ain’t goin’ nowhere, know they hate that the most
i’m too rich, i’m the muh’f+ckin’+ muh’f+ckin’ goat
trae point, three+five, know you love that smoke
had to come to your pad, boy, your ass a joke
heard you’re lastin’ in this sh+t, couldn’t even come close
six shots in my sh+t, boy, you snappin’ on dope
n+gga copy my sh+t, now his ass on the road
jeff hardy your b+tch, break her back out, woah
i’m so tough on the net, only talkin’ in quotes
brand new sh+
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