3 Headed Goat ft. GBE Kam & 16wockhardt Lyrics

Did it all alone (Myself)

By myself on my own (Wooo)

Back to back switching homes (Switch)

I'm one of one bitch no clone (No no no)

No moneybagg yo but a nigga got time today (Time today)

When you broke gotta get up and find a way (Find a way)

She giving head but it's taking my mind away (Ugh)

I be taking his bitch he can't find his bae (She gone)

What the fuck vante been going in lately (Vante)

Cut the bitch off she was talking to crazy (Woo)

Talk about you love me Bitch

I can't love on nobody little mama you sadly mistaken (Bye bye)

These bitches be acting conceited

And think that's it cute but wholetime they doing the most (Ong)

I'm not finna argue with no bitty bitch

They gone run to the internet and make a post (No no no)

Pour that drank up nigga let's make a toast (Drank)

Vante the huncho lil bitch I'm the goat

(Goat)

Bk the gang and lil bitch I'm the host

Ain't no cap in my raps everything that I wrote

(No cap)

Like the Titanic my flow is gigantic except

When I get on this shit imma float (Yeaaaa yeaaaa)

I'm not killer but a nigga tote (Glaowww)

I Got too many dutches to be scared of smoke

You Niggas don't know me but y'all finna know me

Don't care bout your clique give a fuck about your homie

I started from nothing and turned it to something you think

That I'm bluffing I'm feeling like Tony

The flow is impeccable it's unforgettable

So don't compare me to these other phonies

Top of line I need bad bitches only

I did this shit by myself nigga my lonely

(VANTE, gone)

It was back in the trap I was clutching like Kobe

The way that I shoot I belong in the pro league

Better go get a vest nigga that's what you gone need

We been changing the climate got it hot make his nose bleed

Put the cap in your captions you broke and got no cheese

See I'm trying to knock him off that's a opp that I don't need

Youngin itching for his body so I tell him to proceed

Calling shots like Pop and the shooters Ginobili

Try to finesse me told her to blow me

Bitch I be dressing drip like coney

Couple racks in my pocket still shitting on em

(Hold on) Couldn't catch up with bro so we wacking his homie

I had long night I was lit wit my lonely

Woke up went to court with the vacuum seal on me

All black like night owl

Brother like curry pull up shoot the lights out

He think that tough that gun tell him pipe down

I'm on block selling crack til the mic drop

Draw down on a opp scratch him out like some whiteout

Make it make sense

You post up on the block and ain't make shit

I jumped off of the porch hit for eight bricks

Got a bag full of goodies like St. Nick

It don't make a dollar don't make sense

Pass the Glock to my potna can't take shit

Like hold on

Pass the Glock to my potna won't take shit

Hold on

He dropped a dissed get a facelift