Listen to GOAT FREESTYLE (feat. Sleepy Hallow) by Eli Fross

GOAT FREESTYLE (feat. Sleepy Hallow)

Eli Fross

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eli Fross
Eli Fross
Vocals
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Quamina
Elijah Quamina
Songwriter
Jeremy Soto
Jeremy Soto
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah Hah (Great John on the beat, by the way, brrt, bah, bah, bah) This bitch wild on my dick, she too freaky, huh In her ribs, I'm too deep When we spin on our opps, got two V's, huh (two V's) Or we walkin' 'em two deep (huh, huh) If that bitch got the kick, I need a piece, huh (I need it) I be wylin' in her cheeks Know they see me in the hood, I'm a OG, huh I get respect if you know me And I know that you see I'm gettin' bigger (gettin' bigger) I start gettin' moody off the liquor (I get moody) Like the artist I am, I paint the picture (huh) Me and the foreign money thicker And you know I'm a star, could call me Dipper (bah, bah, bah, bah) Yeah, you know I'm a star, could call me Dipper (boom, yeah, yeah, Fross, bitch) Niggas know me and Fross back on the shit, huh (ha) Ridin' 'round with a grip You could get shot, lil' boy, dismissed, huh (huh) Got me back on my shit (doot, doot) Met a lil' bad bitch, bitch look thick, huh (she bad) Pop a Perc' when I hit And she can have it, she the shit, huh (uh) When they see her, they pissed I been just livin' my life, been doin' my thing Nobody can't tell me shit (nothin') Please don't call my line, don't hit my phone If you ain't talkin' 'bout them bricks (don't call) You can't spin my block, can't spin my sign 'Cause I will dump out that clip Told that bitch, "Hold on, don't take off clothes, I only need them lips" You bringin' out all the savagery (boom) Bodies droppin', soldiers passin' me (grrah) Blunts are rollin', gas surroundin' me While freaky bitches booty bounce on me (boom, boom, boom) You say you love me, why you cappin' me? (huh) We could fuck, just don't attach to me Only fuckin' baddies on the scene All them other bitches wack to me Like, bitch, I'm a G.O.A.T., uh G-O-A-T, y'all already muhfuckin' know, uh Eli F-R-O-S-S is a god (grrt, bah), nobody can clone, uh Hol' on, uh, huh Hol' on, uh, huh Hol' on, uh, look, uh, look, huh No chill, niggas ain't been up in no field Shoot like I'm Kobe, no O'Neal That mean you catchin' bullets like Odell Beckham, uh Ain't no Nike, I check 'em, uh Tell my dawgy, "Go get 'em," uh Water park how I wet 'em Like a hunnid K in these denims They like, "Cuz Crip, how you read 'em?" Watch the blood drip when we catch 'em We don't send texts, bring the TECs in Need a hunnid bottles in my section Send threats? You better flex then 'Cause this chopper answer all my questions (questions), uh, yeah We ain't fuckin', she could gimme neck then, uh, yeah Think she mad I left her for her best friend, uh, huh, yeah He the G.O.A.T., you could never touch him, uh, huh, yeah
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Elijah Marcel Quamina, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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