BabyTron, StanWill - Goated lyrics

ShittyBoyz!

F-F-Fit wet as hell
I drip water like Poseidon
Punchin' Doordash
I got Ruth Chris arrivin'
Feelin' too blessed, I made P in Verizon
Just touched down, bitch
I'm feelin' like a Heisman (Touchdown)
Baby check the rating stats, been maxed out
Dee a bulldozer, he just cleared Saks out
(Grr)
Ric Flair cookie, this'll make you tap out
Slam dunk like Stackhouse
I just blew her back out

When I was down, I had a piece for a puzzle
The way I punch shit
You would think I like to tussle
Strong with the hands
Bro blowing off your muscle
Look me in my eyes, all you see is the hustle
Good approval, so I signed Shittyboyz
(Shittyboyz) liftin' checks on niggas
Whole lifе ive been unemployed
Had it hard oncе
But now the juggs feel the boy
Brodie punchin' up for some belts
Like with fuck with Floyd

Baby K will fling his ass to the Ozone
Bro slip for the ice, call him Frozone
Pops set them up they shit, life goes on
You declined in six stores, dude go home
Bought some new jacks to the city
Feel like Nino Brown ten bands in two days
This the shit I dreamed about
Runnin' up a check, I'm getting sweaty
Bitch I need a towel
Ju put your ass in a suit
Like you readin' vowels

Ain't no I in team but there's
An I in I'm the goat
Shots on the gram, I'ma take you as a joke
(You a ham) bitch on my dick
Is you gon' put it down your throat
If she throw me in the cold
I'm throwin' Moncler on the coat
When it's beef
I can't find niggas like they Waldo
Dick on the mag and it kick like Ronaldo
Same niggas hating be the same ones I ball on
ShittyBoyz the gang on me
Niggas I can fall on

Prolific score
Cause I'm really out here winnin'
Granny pray in church
Cause I'm really out here sinnin'
Heavyweight bins
My shit really out here hittin'
Shittyboyz lieutenant, bitch
I'm really out here shittin'
That is not thrust if you still rockin rocks
Shooter got range
I'ma call him Rocket Watts
Cuff who? bitch I'm spinnin'
Like a bottle top
Saucy ass fit, a lot of drip
And a lot of drop

Ask what I am, I say ten times ten
(A hundred)
Tell me, have you ever made ten off a bin?
(Hell nah)
Pray god forgive me, made ten off my sins
Picked up the cards, now it's win after win
Call me sensei, I could put you in a dojo
I ain't in the ring
But I punch like I'm Koto
Any smoke, bro fold they tops like a polo
Ain't no runnin' from it cause
He shootin' from the logo
ShittyBoyz up, yall niggas down and out
(Bitch we up)
Hoes ain't loyal, hurt my soul findin' out
(Fuck that bitch) sick that I'm winnin'
Niggas wanna fight me now (You a ham)
Punched a lil' piece
That boy think he Tyson now (Fuckin' dummy)