Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta)

I'm at the goal line

I'm at the goal line

Shawty got gold pussy

And I hit the gold mine

Slow down

I'm at the goal line

I'm at the goal line

Shawty got gold pussy

And I hit the gold mine

Slow down

I got the Wraith sittin'

I got your bae sittin'

Four twelves in the trunk

I got the bass hittin'

You tryna keep your bae hittin'

Keep it tight like a waist trainer

All my **** tote guns on her

All my **** know your base ain't a

Shit ain't really safe ain't a

You don't think we'll catch a case ain't a

All of my **** got GPS

All of my **** show up at your place ain't a

I'm on that weight like I'm weight gainin'

I push that weight like I'm weight training

Hey, I pull my trump card

I'ma run the fuckin' USA, ain't a

I'm at the goal line

I'm at the goal line

Shawty got gold pussy

And I hit the gold mine

Slow down

I'm at the goal line

I'm at the goal line

Shawty got gold pussy

And I hit the gold mine

Slow down

Iller ****, fake ain't it?

I got a steak on my plate, ain't it

Y'all lil' **** tryna eat

With a nine really eight on it

You lil' bit too late and it

Move, my mom straight out the hood

She straight at it

Pour up a four in my Fanta

Pour another four, that's a whole 'nother eight and

I'm at the goal line with a thick and red bitch

If she won't slow down

My bitch so fine, she don't let me fuck her friend

'Cause that bitch slow down

So I fucked that bitch anyway

I don't love my bitch anyway

I'm like, bitch, get out my face

And that lil' bitch always be in the way

Lil' bitch

Cock block

Thot, thot

La, la

Gimme top, top

Laptop

I don't fuck my fans

I don't wanna meet your fam

I don't fuck with you, lil' bitch

Don't you shake my hand

I'm at the goal line

I'm at the goal line

Shawty got gold pussy

And I hit the gold mine

Slow down

I'm at the goal line

I'm at the goal line

Shawty got gold pussy

And I hit the gold mine

Slow down

I'm in that SS

My shit the best, yes

I'm pushing one thirty

Plus I'm riding dirty

That shit like a stress test

After party go down in the mansion

We gon' leave that bitch a mess, yes

Booty and the beast, I need two at least

Bitch, be our guest, yes

Lest just fuck in the better light

That'll be hella right

Two chicks kissin' in the bathtub

Now they mega tight

They was already friends

Now they better friends

Baby, don't hold back

Baby, just let her in

She 'bout to bait, ain't her?

Both of y'all on the weight, ain't a

All of my bitches got GPS, yes

All of my bitches show up at my place, ain't a

That dick make 'em feel like they weight training

I hear them with it and they can't take it

You been fucking with them clown ass ****

Baby, come and get your face painted

Ain't it, aye, aye, aye, aye

I'm at the goal line

I'm at the goal line

Shawty got gold pussy

And I hit the gold mine

Slow down

I'm at the goal line

I'm at the goal line

Shawty got gold pussy

And I hit the gold mine

Slow down