[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(You're a genius, June)
Okay (Oh, wow)
Big 14, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Icewear Vezzo]
b*tch, I'm the G.O.A.T.
Hop out the Lam', then I hop in a Ghost (In a Ghost)
I'm posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Let it go)
I'm right at granny's, I whip on the stove (Stove)
I put my heart and my soul in the fork (In the bowl)
I keep a fully, no semi-auto
I got them bands, them bands overload
I keep that water, that sh*t overflow
If you want beef, then that sh*t on the floor
If they want heat, then that sh*t on the floor
If they want beef, then that sh*t on the floor (Drank God)
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I was made for this sh*t
Parked big Wraith in the 6
Got ice? Then we takin' his sh*t
Pour an eight in a Twist
I get so high off the mud for no reason, I be wastin' this sh*t
ni**as hate that we lit
I don't do favors and sh*t
Want mine? Gotta pay for this sh*t
Got a K with big clip
Catch a ni**a out, we'll spray his whole ride like I'm paintin' and sh*t
Mix the Louis with the Fendi (Yeah)
I was in Louis with blicky (Yeah)
Got fifty racks in my Dicky (Yeah)
Get a ni**a whacked for some Trishy (Trishy)
Stacked up a ticket (What?)
Yeah, I got packs for the fifty
Caught a case for the stick
Got lil' gang in this b*tch (Lil' gang)
Play roles, we'll staple your sh*t
Never hated on sh*t
Real street ni**a, yeah, my name hold weight, they be fakin' this sh*t, ugh
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Icewear Vezzo]
b*tch, I'm the G.O.A.T.
Hop out the Lam', then I hop in a Ghost (In a Ghost)
I'm posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Let it go)
I'm right at granny's, I whip on the stove (Stove)
I put my heart and my soul in the fork (In the bowl)
I keep a fully, no semi-auto
I got them bands, them bands overload
I keep that water, that sh*t overflow
If you want beef, then that sh*t on the floor
If they want heat, then that sh*t on the floor
If they want beef, then that sh*t on the floor (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
So much ice on me
Better think twice 'fore he run up, I got pipe on me
Got spikes, no Lee
Dick a b*tch down so good off the lean that she might OD
Yellow pints on me
Sendin' sh*t right OT
White sticks like a white whole key
Hundred racks on me
Made four, five hundred thousand last week
I just might blow three
Turn a half to a hundred
Turn a ni**a hat to a skully
fu*k around, put bands on your buddy
Got a bag full of money
Just me and cuddy
And we both ten down, so we stand on all twenty
Mag in my denim
Had a weed house in the hood doin' numbers, mixin' fives with the twenties
I be high like a junkie
Rich-ass ni**a still hangin' in the slums, did time with the felons
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
b*tch, I'm the G.O.A.T.
Hop out the Lam', then I hop in a Ghost (In a Ghost)
I'm posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Let it go)
I'm right at granny's, I whip on the stove (Stove)
I put my heart and my soul in the fork (In the bowl)
I keep a fully, no semi-auto
I got them bands, them bands overload
I keep that water, that sh*t overflow
If you want beef, then that sh*t on the floor
If they want heat, then that sh*t on the floor
If they want beef, then that sh*t on the floor
[Outro]
(June, you're a genius)