Hmm, hmm

Hmm (Bitch)

Yeah (Southside shit)

Let your bitch hit my blunt once, I bet I hit with ease

Let your bitch hit my cup twice, I bet she hit her knees

Baby, when you come to suck dick, bring energy

You be smoking on doo-doo brown, I got Christmas trees

Yeah

When they bring up the Flint G.O.A.T.s, they gotta mention me

Two FNs hanging on me daily, I'm Pistol Pete

Make your bitch walk twenty miles, she got different feet

She can suck dick for two hours, she got different teeth

Let me start the Hellcat up, it got a different key

A **** called for a nine-piece, it was missing three

I sold a **** cut red and I sipped the green

Okay, I love the rap game, but I miss the fiends

Diesel pulled up with a pint, it was crystal clean

I'm doing everything you **** can't, I'm a living dream

Did I hit that lil' bitch? Let me sit and think

She wanna suck a **** balls, I wanna sip and drink

I think this bitch a crackhead, she got missing teeth

I just fucked this bitch mama, she the biggest freak

She just chased a shot of cum with the lemon squeeze

Damn, she the real G.O.A.T.

They say the bitch was a ho and it for real show

I told her fuck me like she playin' with a dildo

Told Southside to make a beat for me and Lil Boat

Jay spent twenty on his mouth, let that grill show

He said he had a six, that **** pulled up with a sealed four

When a **** take them RPs, I be in kill mode

I just beat my cameraman ass 'cause he filmed wrong

Peezy came to Flint and he dug up two gemstones

Steppin' on a brick in some Timbs like I'm Jim Jones

Brodie popped two opps in one day near the kill zone

He a bright motherfucker, thought I told you that

You lied, you ain't get that shit from me, I ain't sold you that

**** said them Ghetto Boyz broke, who told you that?

'Cause I'll get a **** mama wrapped up in grocery bags

You can't keep talking 'bout that money, ****, show me that

I ain't take that boy pape,' he owed me that

If it come down to it, I'll pop you where the police at

Every time I see the opp out, he like, "I know he strapped"

Huh, and boy, you damn right

Brodie said the weed make him hot, cut on the fan twice

I been on some bullshit lately, I punched a fan twice

Lean drinker, I just poured a six in a canned Sprite

When you rollin' up real weed, use your hands light

'Cause I remember buyin' weed, like, "Damn, this a gram, right?"

Unc said the soft was a two, but the tan nice

Tryna kill me is like stepping on a landmine

Ah, pure suicide

I'ma let the fin go fast when it's do or die

Seventy-two flavors in this bitch, you can choose a price

Where I wanna take off today? Let me choose a flight

Bitch, you can make a hundred K if you do it right

Beat a **** ass, stomped his head, then shoot him twice

I just made my fiend kill hisself, I took him to a knife

We on our way to get a **** gone, I'm the shooter, right?

Of course, Mike