Goat Flow

If a **** fuckin wit me Ima let the Glock go

If a **** fuckin wit me Ima let the Glock go

If I ever miss he got the luck a pot of gold

And I can't choose what designer eeny meeny miny moe

Yea my bitch a shooter too yea it's murder what she wrote

And I stay up in my bag I'm feelin like the corner store

And you think you competition boy I take you as a joke

Don't compare me to these lames I am not your average Joe

I know **** sliding in this bitch its murder what I chose

And I ain't tryna be no tough guy

Ion do all of that banging ion even got time

I got hoes runnin thru the crib American pie

I know **** serving wok I ain't talkin bout rice

Take a chance on this clip like I'm rolling the dice gamble ya life away

I won't ever cross my **** penny hardaway

I can never love a hoe I put my heart away

I can never ask for nun I took the harder way , Aye

23 is always on me I'm the goat I don't love her I love her throat

She hit me up when she want some mo This semi tucked its what I tote

And I don't even like to boast This YSL up on my coat

This baddie fuck me like a pro This baddie fuck me like a prooo

In and outta banks I feel like Pope Getting to the bands Is all I knowww

Betta come and get ya mans because he brokeee

Im on go mode you **** ain't got no hoes

Looking at my neck look at my wrist muy frio

With a Spanish girl she call me papi bout to have a mijo

She asked if I got others ? dije un poco Put on that dress I like it rojo

I be selfish with the dick she can't get no mo girl thats a no no

She like when im ahead of her Ouuu she like it when I better her Ouuu

She running up my schedule you aint on my level no ooo

You love me for me so why you be stressing

You got my heart and you treated it so reckless

You got my heart and you treated it so careless , careless

If a **** fuckin wit me Ima let the Glock go

If I ever miss he got the luck a pot of gold

And I can't choose what designer eeny meeny miny moe

Yea my bitch a shooter too yea it's murder what she wrote

And I stay up in my bag I'm feelin like the corner store

And you think you competition boy I take you as a joke

Don't compare me to these lames I am not your average Joe

I know **** sliding in this bitch its murder what I chose

You ain't on my level nooo , yea