Icewear Vezzo - Goat lyrics

[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)