Lil Durk, Lil Baby, Polo G - 3 Headed Goat lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[Lil Durk, Lil Baby, Polo G - 3 Headed Goat lyrics]

(Aviator)

These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still
Good at math, but,  nigga,  don't test me
I played to the left, they went to the right
They tried to finesse me
Still riding 'round with that blicky
I hope they don't catch me
Police had raided our spot
So we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop
I'm goin' retarded
He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage
I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter
And we on them jet skis if we in Atlanta
I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm
Workin' the red key

I cannot mention my homies inside of my song
'cause I know they be trappin' a lot
I can't keep takin' these pills
When I'm in the trenches
They say I be cappin' a lot
I know a nigga who say he
Got rich off the dope
But I know he be actin' a lot
I know some niggas who said that
They took down the city
But niggas be lackin' a lot yeah
That shit was awful, nigga had that dog food
That day they shot you, I slid on a Mongoose
You cannot come back around me, you
Turned your back on me, i cannot forget
The police was lyin', they say that
They caught you, but nigga
They made you admit
Your name was found, you put in
That work, they took your stick, you a bitch
Fuck my opps, they be on my dick
They all be mad we rich (Turn up)

Only twenty-five, livin' like a boss
Ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid
Keep lookin' over my shoulder
Niggas lyin' like I'm stealin' swag, boy
That's my shit like I wrote it

Uh these rappers really nice as hell
I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off
Man, he say he gon' press up on who?
I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul
Back to back suburbans, I'm a big dawg
I was in the slums servin' Fentanyl
Zombieland, junkies havin' withdrawals
I been gettin' to it, lotta missed calls
Turn it off
What the fuck is he talking 'bout?
I should slap you for sayin' he hot as me
I don't know who could fuck with me honestly
They know I'm the man, so they watchin' me
Different color bands like Monopoly
Man, he must not be usin' his head
If he thinkin' I don't keep a Glock with me
That's like suicide if you play with us
Got a better chance at the lottery
Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep
Make the crowd dance, choreography
Once I got a plan, ain't no stoppin' me
Three-car garage, million dollar crib
With a foreign bitch ridin' on top of me
Lot of people done said I wouldn't be shit
Well, I guess they owe me an apology

These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still
Good at math, but, nigga, don't test me
I played to the left, they went to the right
They tried to finesse me
Still riding 'round with that blicky
I hope they don't catch me
Police had raided our spot
So we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop
I'm goin' retarded
He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage
I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter
And we on them jet skis if we in Atlanta
I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm
Workin' the red key

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