Lyrics

(Wake up, F1lthy) Ayy, ayy, who need you to tell 'em you the G.O.A.T.? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, who need you to tell 'em you the G.O.A.T.? I was just racin', pourin' up to problems I was facin' Cold pillow, sleepin' with a ghost, hoggin' up the blanket Higher than the ones that didn't make it Lean taste better in a spaceship Think I miss her more, she on the internet naked Don't drive on all four, so I'm really scared to race it, pace it Stand on all that business when you make it A nigga think you owe him, that's when Neptune lose his patience See me, richer than that nigga that she fuckin' in the D-League 'Fore you lose yourself, you just remember I'm gon' be me Spilled the cup, race car shit She mad I don't love her, so she hate my bitch I was still sinnin' and the case dropped quick Tryna bring my brother home, A-Rod shit At the bat, last inning but the base not here You see me, tryna make me jealous, but I love that you don't need me Tell me everything I want, ayy, ayy Tell me everything I want, like candy from a kid She asked me if I trust her, I'm like, "Bitch, you know where I live?" Who need you to tell 'em you the G.O.A.T.? Ayy, Neptune, ayy, ayy Who need them to tell you you the G.O.A.T.? I was just racin', pourin' up to problems I was facin' Cold pillow, sleepin' with a ghost, hoggin' up the blanket Higher than the ones that didn't make it Lean taste better in a spaceship I think I miss her more, she on the internet naked Who need them to tell you you the G.O.A.T.? Yeah, ayy, ayy Who need them to tell you you the G.O.A.T.? I was just racin', pourin' out the problems I was facin' I was just racin'
Writer(s): Shaun Smith, Richard Ortiz, Lucki Camel Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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