Текст песни Goat - Stardom , Snap Capone , Rimzee

Press then eject, left with a sket (yuck!)
Audermars Roleys, wet the Patek (splash)
This gun is my trophy, excellent skeng (goat ting)
Up close and personal, spray it like it′s dench
Nigga, I'm a gang banger, crack slanger, wife banger
Bandana, my manor, chrome hammer
.44, oh mazza (okay!)
Skurrr in the old banger (skurrr skurrr skurrr)
No fork, cut the coke with a coat hanger (okay!)

Two tone Roley, strap Jubilee (Jubilee)
Snap Capone a killer, yeah it′s true indeed (snap Capone)
Niggas want me dead, that ain't new to me
All my niggas ready, let the war proceed (okay!)
Had to hit her twice then I ditched that (okay!)
This coke whiter than Mick Jag' (Mick Jag′)
This whole brick came gift wrapped (gift wrapped)
I specialise in murders and kidnaps

Flying OT, G′s, packs and scores (skrrt skrrt)
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior (Dior)
A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse
S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.′s

Flying OT, G's, packs and scores (skrrt skrrt)
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior (Dior)
A nigga try and reach, I′ma turn him to a corpse
S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s (blud!)

Heard they wanna put me in a coffin
Rimz, S, me, three G′s like Golovkin
They killed my darg, I want revenge, I'm John Wick
I'll shoot you on the spot and hit it top bins
Talented, I could′ve been a surgeon (coulda)
I just put five bricks in a German
Doing drive-by′s for recreational purposes
Get the drop, I'll drop ′em like a Percocet

Fats are being worksy, slim ting I flew her out to Turkey
With the BBL and now she curvy (curvy)
I used to keep my burner in the bin shed
We ain't squashing no beef ′til that kid's dead
Pole hoes, more men than a minibus
Bad boy, Big and Puff, capping, ain′t as real as us
O.T. bopping like NSG
Dopeboy trophy, rose gold Patek Phillippe

Flying OT, G's, packs and scores (skrrt skrrt)
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior (Dior)
A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse
S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.′s

Flying OT, G′s, packs and scores (skrrt skrrt)
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior (Dior)
A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse
S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.′s

Yo, in that T-House (trap)
All night and all day, feel like Berna with this yay
I started with an eighth, thirty-five for the white girl, twelve for the dirty
Got hustle in my jeans, Michael Amiri
Counting new dough with the same chick that I was broke with
L-shaped sofas, L.V. loafers, three-hundred for the tee, just to say D&G
Thirty in the Z, I got it in this house, Ali G

They laughed when I pulled up on my moped
I missed the ninth sale cause I don't come until road check
Tales of a kala, they say it′s bad karma
Gaucho sea bass fillets with my partner
I was broke and bummy 'til I started shotting dutty
Hand-to-hand sales, I was hitting ′em like Murray
You know hanging on the block I was a lame
Until a buyer introduced me to the game

Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse
S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.′s

Flying OT, G′s, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach, I'ma turn him to a corpse
S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.′s