Snap Capone, Rimzee, Stardom - GOAT lyrics
[Snap Capone, Rimzee, Stardom - GOAT lyrics]
Press then eject, left with a sket
Audermars Roleys, wet the Patek
This gun is my trophy, excellent skeng
Up close and personal
Spray it like it's dench
Nigga I'm a gang banger
Crack slanger, wife banger, bandana
My manor, chrome hammer, 44 oh mazza
Skrr in the old banger
No fork, cut the coke with a coat hanger
Two tone Roley, strap Jubilee
Snap Capone a killer, yeah it's true indeed
Niggas want me dead, that ain't new to me
All my niggas ready, let the war proceed
I had to hit her twice then I ditched that
This coke whiter than Mick Jag'
This whole brick came gift wrapped
I specialise in murders and kidnaps
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
I heard they wanna put me in a coffin
Rimz, S, me, three G's like Golovkin
They killed my darg, I want revenge
I'm John Wick i'll shoot you on the spot
And hit it top bins
Talented, I could've been a surgeon
I just put five bricks in a German
Doing drive-by's for recreational purposes
Get the drop, I'll drop 'em like a Percocet
Slim ting, I flew her out to Turkey
With the BBL and now she curvy
I used to keep my burner in the bin shed
We ain't squashing no beef
Until that kid's dead
Pole hoes, more men than a minibus
Bad boy, Big and Puff
Capping, ain't as real as us
OT bopping like NSG
Dopeboy trophy, rose gold Patek Phillippe
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
In that T-House all night and all day
I feel like Berna with this yay
I started with an eighth
Thirty-five for the white girl
Twelve for the dirty
Got hustlin' in my jeans, Michael Amiri
Counting new dough with the same
Chick I was broke with
L-shaped sofas, LV loafers
Three hundred for the tee, just to say D&G
Thirty in the Z
I got it in this house, Ali G
They laughed when I pulled up on my moped
I missed the ninth sale cause I
Don't come until road check
Tales of a kala, they say it's bad karma
Gaucho sea bass fillets with my partner
I was broke and bummy till
I started shotting dutty hand-to hand sales
I was hitting 'em like Murray
You know hanging on the blow I was a lame
Until a buyer introduced me to the game
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
Audermars Roleys, wet the Patek
This gun is my trophy, excellent skeng
Up close and personal
Spray it like it's dench
Nigga I'm a gang banger
Crack slanger, wife banger, bandana
My manor, chrome hammer, 44 oh mazza
Skrr in the old banger
No fork, cut the coke with a coat hanger
Two tone Roley, strap Jubilee
Snap Capone a killer, yeah it's true indeed
Niggas want me dead, that ain't new to me
All my niggas ready, let the war proceed
I had to hit her twice then I ditched that
This coke whiter than Mick Jag'
This whole brick came gift wrapped
I specialise in murders and kidnaps
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
I heard they wanna put me in a coffin
Rimz, S, me, three G's like Golovkin
They killed my darg, I want revenge
I'm John Wick i'll shoot you on the spot
And hit it top bins
Talented, I could've been a surgeon
I just put five bricks in a German
Doing drive-by's for recreational purposes
Get the drop, I'll drop 'em like a Percocet
Slim ting, I flew her out to Turkey
With the BBL and now she curvy
I used to keep my burner in the bin shed
We ain't squashing no beef
Until that kid's dead
Pole hoes, more men than a minibus
Bad boy, Big and Puff
Capping, ain't as real as us
OT bopping like NSG
Dopeboy trophy, rose gold Patek Phillippe
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
In that T-House all night and all day
I feel like Berna with this yay
I started with an eighth
Thirty-five for the white girl
Twelve for the dirty
Got hustlin' in my jeans, Michael Amiri
Counting new dough with the same
Chick I was broke with
L-shaped sofas, LV loafers
Three hundred for the tee, just to say D&G
Thirty in the Z
I got it in this house, Ali G
They laughed when I pulled up on my moped
I missed the ninth sale cause I
Don't come until road check
Tales of a kala, they say it's bad karma
Gaucho sea bass fillets with my partner
I was broke and bummy till
I started shotting dutty hand-to hand sales
I was hitting 'em like Murray
You know hanging on the blow I was a lame
Until a buyer introduced me to the game
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's
Flying OT, G's, packs and scores
Had to get that P now the tee says Dior
A nigga try and reach
Imma turn him to a corpse
S T, S-N, R-M, we are the GOAT's