Dalton Abshire (Hvy) - Goals lyrics

[Hook: BTK] Cope a new whip, man that's goals Own a house up in the hills, man that's goals Couple commas in the bank, man that's goals Poppin' bottles with the clique, man that's goals Hoes in the studio, that's goals Gold chains for the bros, man that's goals Momma happy that I made it, man that's goals Just to say I'm successful, man that's goals [Verse 1: BTK] Tryna change Makin' change like Bill Gates I'm happy with the day ones Who can still wait It's hard to keep the momentum When you spill faith But now days Only thing I really feels weight From the city to the end of the 6 Ion f** with anybody 'Cept the ones up in the clique And a bottle of the Gin That we had the other night Heard the only way to make it Boy it comes with a price Well if that's the case Send the contract to make it right Everybody want some beef Go ahead and cut a slice Gimme a lighter, lemme light it up Hit the sh** twice, double tappin' on the blunt Now I lost my f**in' mind Almost 5 years strong, still I'm in my f**in' prime They ain't peakin' yet boy They still ease droppin' rhymes Long as we still catchin' bodies on the beat We doing fine I can't really explain, I guess we one of a kind But god damn I wanna [Hook: BTK] [Verse 2: BTK] Man that's goals, man that's goals Go ahead and make a milli off the best flow Record a mainstream song and make a mess After bodyin' all these beats Just put em where the rest go If we end up gettin' out, we'll make the best shows No bakery in the county, but have the best dough Buy em chains on chains to make the neck gold And when we come back to the 6 We have to flex hoes Yeah yeah Don't really text though If you wanna conversate Get in the bed slow Just lemme get ahold of the digits I when come back with commas I'll make it rain dear Without the red nose Gah damn, this instrumentals a trip Hallucinogenic flow Still used the minute hoes Get loose in the Benz Hold my juice, cause I'm finna go Into the goals hook, my soul shook And cold, cause I wanna just [Hook: BTK] [Verse 3: Hvy] Squad goals, no relationship Came from the bottom and ain't fakin' it I take ya sh**, I make ya quit singin', on the real tip Pop a seal, sip, pop ya seal team 6 When we k** the 6, tracks in a night if I feel it Still illin' with Trvp and we really SikWidIT The rhymes is acidic as it getcha' Best to not, f** with it Ridin' through the city in a Civic Gettin' twisted with a nifty b**h Ya dig it? Gettin' foolish Stick it to ya like the man in the 60's I demand all the riches that's goals Do not give a f** bout so and so, no Flow, still goin', oh bet, so wet, b**h soaked Sauced up, no floppin', no stoppin' Until we bossed up and, I bethca we bout them goals We bout that gold, won't fold under pressure No hoe in my blood, 'stead of goin' in I get it out the mud fa'sho, heavy [Hook: BTK]