Dot Rotten - Wonder GOAT lyrics

I flow nice on the beat, what's next, though? Let's go, £5 munch with the Tesco RIP to the real MCs like Esco Ain't many left though Too much gas for the petrol Who's that ting with the red hair? Mental Let me go gentle Gold in my mouth, three bills for the dental '08, I was in a TT rental Pull up, go and ask darkskin dental Pull up, now I'm in central, pull up Came with the pencil, pull up Sting, nettle, rose bezel Hair cut, one level Air Force, hot kettle Gun slap, nice metal Big M, pull up, man, I'm the GOAT Yeah, easy Got patterns for days, easy Come through looking like Kim K, Yeezy Man, I'm so flee, I'm fleezy Man, I'm the goat, I'm gleezy Man, I put steeze in steezy Man, I'm the farrda All these kids wanna please me Likkle setback with a few pagans But it's all good, it's all TG Gyal in my DM screaming "breed me" Ain't gonna bait the ting, just leave me End of the year, I'm leaving the game I'll dun the ting, I'm General Levy Money upfront when they see me Gotta k** me, wanna beef me Wanna beef me, gotta k** me Wait in line with the CV Might holla back next Wednesday, trill Yeah, let me say a lot Don't really talk but I'm saying lots In the kitchen there with the hottest pot Blowing up the spot, show me what you've got I've got Air Force Ones, yeah, lots and lots I've got bars and flows, yeah, lots and lots I've got E-liquid, yeah, lots and lots Tweet your girl, get lots and lots This and that, that and this Take the risk, take the piss Take the M, take the I, take the mick Take the 4, take the 5, take your pick Steady aim, don't miss If you do, headtop, you'll miss Bare flies, I'm the sh** Nuttin' but criminals in my clique I'm the GOAT I do this when I want, I'm an arsehole Heard your wifey's got a wide arsehole Not my fault, first cla** like parcel Come to the top of the hill, my castle Skin colour black like charcoal Netflix, chill, how about Narcos? Nah, bro Got a wide four, I'm just like Suavo Control the [?] like Marco Van Baston, heard he got clapped in Clapton Chain got popped, chain reaction Two fourths on your head, call that a fraction No brain so I call that subtraction Or maybe not, might lick a shot Like back when I used to run the block 30p for a single in the shop Anyway, too much, let me hit the spot