Lyrics

Lil Capalot, bitch Kut Da Fan On GOAT talk Hotboii, what up? Storm the most Hurt the most (Cook that shit up, Quay) Hurt the most If I get caught up in the storm, my brain gon' storm the most (gon' storm the most) Loyalty betrayed, it's like that pain that hurt the most (pain that hurt the most) Told her I got dope dick, and now she want a dose (now she want a dose) She know I'm a animal, she wanna fuck the GOAT, yeah (wanna fuck the GOAT) You don't know what I been through (you don't know) Say it's smoke, then be about it, get your issue (say it's smoke) Attach the scope, so from afar, I still can hit you (through the scope) Put so many money on his top, same price as Christian Loubs Red beam so precisive, yeah Heat you, no Hibachi, yeah (heat you, no Hibachi) I just copped a .40, I put the red beam on the side of him We bring all the noise, I spent some money just to silence him (I spent a check) They say if I live by him (If I live), one day I'ma die by him I'm dying on my own (yeah), so I'm riding on my own (I am) Crackers froze my time, eight months my time froze (ayy) I cut my lil' ho off 'cause she ain't know how to play her role (I cut her off) My new ho suck me on the road, I'm speeding down I-4 If you riding let me know (then let me know) Get grimey upping poles (we upping poles) My lil' YG, he on go, tell him run down, he up the score (he up the score) Gotta show me what it is, I keep that iron on me for sure (keep that iron on me for sure) See shit for what it is, so don't be blinding me no more (don't be blinding me no more) It took some time, I realized, then opened my eyes (eye) Your shooter blind, open fire, but he closing his eyes (close his eyes) Say life's a gamble going to trial like rolling the dice (rolling the dice) Say life's a gamble going to trial like rolling the dice If I get caught up in the storm, my brain gon' storm the most Loyalty betrayed, it's like that pain that hurt the most (that hurt) Told her I got dope dick, and now she want a dose She know I'm a animal, she wanna fuck the GOAT, yeah (wanna fuck the GOAT) You don't know what I been through Say it's smoke then be about it, get your issue (ayy, get your issue) Attach the scope, so from afar, I still can hit you (I still can hit) Put so many money on his top same price as Christian Loubs I pop out, I put that shit on, know what it make 'em hate Can't be dropping all these hit songs, like fuck it, make 'em wait In his city, now his bitch gone, like, "This my bae today" Me and my lil' stepper'll crash out, no talking, take the case, uh Still rolling with the same niggas that I started with No wonder why they calling me the GOAT, I spit the hardest shit Not cocky, I'm confident, my bitch say I'm a narcissist .40 shoot, get hot like Devin Booker, ain't no guarding this I finger-fuck my Nina 'til she have a orgasm Show no remorse, clap 'em We slap them doors, wrap 'em Get on the floor, whack 'em Better hope the Lord got 'em Got plaques all through the crib, shit going gold and more platinum, oh You don't know what I been through I'm feeling dangerous, who want smoke? 'Cause this blick new If he run up, might show his ass what this stick do We step on shit, now I got blood on my gym shoes If I get caught up in the storm, my brain gon' storm the most Loyalty betrayed, it's like that pain that hurt the most Told her I got dope dick, and now she want a dose She know I'm a animal, she wanna fuck the GOAT, yeah You don't know what I been through Say it's smoke then be about it, get your issue Attach the scope, so from afar it still can hit you Put some money on his top same price as Christian Loubs
Writer(s): Chris Rosser, Javarri Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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