ShittyBoyz - GOATED lyrics

ShittyBoyz

Fit wet as hell, I drip water like Poseidon
Punching DoorDash, I got Ruth Chris arriving
Feeling too blessed, I'm AP in Verizon
Just touchdown, bitch, I'm feeling like a
Baby, check the rating stats, been maxed out
Dee a bulldozer,  he just cleared Saks out
Ric Flair cookie, this'll make you tap out
Slam dunk like Stackhouse
I done blew her back out

When I was down
I had a piece for every puzzle
The way I punch shit
You would think I like to tussle
You 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
Upping checks on niggas
Whole life I been unemployed
Had a heart once but now
The juggs for the boys
Brodie punching up for some belts
Like he fuck with Floyd

Baby K'll fling his ass to the ozone
Bro slid for the ice, call him "Frozone"
Pops said the belt ain't shit, life goes on
You decline in six stores, dude, go home
Brought some new jacks to the city
Feel like Nino Brown ten bands in two days
This the shit I dreamed about
Running up a check, I'm
Getting sweaty, bitch, i need a towel
Jule'll put yo ass in a
Suit like you reading vows

Ain't no "I" in "team" but it's
A "I" in "I'm the GOAT"
Shouts on the 'Gram? I'ma take
You as a joke bitch on my dick
Is you gon' put it down yo throat?
If she throw me in the cold
I'm throwing Moncler on the coat
When it's beef
I can't find niggas like they Waldo
Big on the MAG and it kick like Ronaldo
Same niggas hating be the same ones I ball on
ShittyBoyz the gang
Only niggas I can fall on

Prolific sport 'cause I'm really
Out here winning
Granny pray at church 'cause I'm
Really out here sinning heavyweight BINs
My shit really out here hitting
ShittyBoyz lieutenant, bitch
I'm really out here shitting
That is that thrust if
You still rocking Rocks shooter got range
I'ma call him "Rocket Watts"
Cuff who? Bitch
I'm spinning 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
Tell me, have you ever made ten off a BIN?
Pray God forgive me, made ten off my sins
Picked up the cards, now it's win after win
Call me "sensei", I can put you in a dojo
I ain't in a ring but
I punch like I'm Cotto
Any smoke, bro folding tops like a Polo
Ain't no running from me 'cause
He shooting from the logo
ShittyBoyz up, y'all niggas down and out
Hoes ain't loyal, hurt my soul finding out
Sick that I'm winning
Niggas wanna fight me now
Punch a little piece, boy think he Tyson now