Lyrics SHOO-BOP - Missing Texture

Shoo-bop, hit you with my cane like I'm Duwap (yuh)
Mixing all my flavors baby tell me what you do want
By the time I'm popping I'll be hot enough for 2 tongs
And I'mma work in Redmond but be living up in DuPont (aye)
I don't have to sweat it, bitches always lemme hit (yuh)
Mouthwash by the door, wipe the appetite of dick
Cover both my ears up, when she calling me a prick
Lemme hit it backwards, portrait film, TokTik (aye)
Homie if I want it I'mma get it, good meat, venison
I be tolerating losers, fuck the level they be on
Making money, I be leasing, I'm believing, put me on-
Group finally kicked me out, like Ameer, grey poupon, yuh
Wait! (Yuh!) What's the damn problem now?
My success is but a measure of my lyrics and sound
So I be popping off, aye, with the littlest of crowds
And honestly it's working for me, benefits abound
They call me anomaly, you lie like hominy
Yeah your girl want sodomy, yeah she touch all over me
Stuffing panties in my pocket so I called her Mariana
And she got that body on her so I hit it like piñata (yuh)
Rum Chata, Ramattra, Sinatra, some Prada (yuh)
Drippin' to the next, I be shining on my ex
Great sex, I be geeking, now I'm flying, LAX
Put lil bro right to sleep, I might hit 'em with a hex
Took a break from the album cause I'm having too much fun (okay!)
But baby don't sweat it, you can hear it when it's done
I'm just busy countin' twenties, stretching underneath the sun
My homies gon' be with me when it's all said and done
Last week, I was hella stressing over work
But Cody sat me down and told me not to be a jerk
So I took that advice and slept a couple nights
Then I fucked around and found myself up inside somebody's wife (yuh)
Quarter dozen women at the crib last night
And that's 6 ass cheeks if you're not a numbers guy
15 damn minutes in the drive thru line
And now the manager is telling me they all out of the fries
Primadonna, Primarina, water fairy, hair a cloud
Caught like 80 shinies, put 'em on my neck I bust it down
You a clown, poppin' out at every single spot in town
It's so funny when I think about it, need another round, aye
Hit it, I might get it, fuck around and find out
City kid I'm out here multiplying, seed gettin' sprout
I'm an icon, bygone-bygone, half y'all motherfuckers dumb
And I'm always reppin' Walker but I'm Richmond's only son, like-
Bouncing in and out, I'm in your town, my name a proper noun
Yes I hear you, then I hit mute, homie need to pipe it down
Now I'm down like 2 whole minutes, I'm not slowing down
Aye you better check your tone with me, I'm drippy in a gown (thug)
I'm always late, I ride the wave, it's fuck you like I'm Ceelo (aye)
Don't hesitate, just meditate, I'm in the booth like Greedo (aye)
Make music when I'm fuming with my dawgs, I'm off the Tito's (aye)
And lately I been dodging arguments just like I'm Neo (wait)
Sometimes I'm just spitting, I don't even need a hook (okay)
But y'all don't catch the bars I swear you need to read a book
Play a game, watch a movie kicking back and shoot for fame
I'm a legend in my city, bet your momma know my name (fuck!)
Shoo-bop, Imma break a check on a Bugat
I been rapping longer than your girl has put you on
Why you so serious? Bitch you are a joke
That's why I stay laughing at you dummy- who the goat?
(Aye, aye)
Who the goat?
Yuh
Who the goat?