Goated ft. Mack Redd Lyrics

(Ay ay yea)

(Mack Redd mane I got my nigga Boe in this junt)

(Yea)

(We about to pop our shit mane)

(Ay)

Them young niggas goated pick up a pack down the road and send that shit right back in motion

This deeper than local check out the score we been running through packs like we playing Red Rover

My young niggas with it quick to go off in your mouth like we contracting for the dentist

Gone pop me a nigga better get out of the way cause Boe itching for a victim

That young nigga with it and naw we ain't sparing no nigga car crash we impairing them bitches

Please don't compare me to niggas I'm better than niggas just don't understand my vision

I get to talking my talk they don't like that niggas play gangster but didn't even fight back

How you gone claim you the dog of the city but when it's an issue your ass ain't in sight yet

Get in my zone they be thinking I'm geeking night time my youngins love turning to demons

Big boy Glock with a switch get to shooting a movie this here should be posted on TV

Boy that shit ass don't pass me your cd I'm banging blood but my niggas bang Gd

Talk on the net but get quiet when you see me I'm feeling like Dexter to all of you Deedee's

Boy you ain't no gangster we know that you be posted in spots that we scope at

We sale dope to your hoe with your hoe ass hit your block up broad daylight with no mask

You gone run to a roadblock with no sheriff plenty Uzis and Ars these long metal

I got plenty of smoke for you tattle tellers hit up Gunna one call I bet he gone stretch them

(Ay ay)

(Mack hit me up like ay Gunna gone get on this hoe with me)

(You know real recognize real and shit)

(This when Alabama and Memphis connect)

(Fuck you mean Boe)

(Gunna)

Ay if ya want smoke then it's in the air I'm a shoot off top you ain't got to stare

Glock and a magnum can't go out bare chrome four five looking like silverware

Redd said he grew up watching the Boe we were running the mound like a track meet

But only time we ever ran we were chasing the opps down or running from the police

We kick in your door or we fucking your hoe either way we make sure we upping the score

We ain't gotta ask Siri just for your location my lil niggas scammers they already know

Mane this shxt on the floor mane this shxt get lit it's a go

When we shooting we screaming out Boe

Yea and when that nigga got hit it wasn't no mystery they already know

All about my dough like Cici's drums on the Ar look like double ds

Even though a nigga shine like vvs with this rap shit niggas can't see me

Them bullets come unlimited make a nigga say uhhh like he fucking with Master P

And them guns coming in for the low low shit half off like we shopping at DDs

I might be Hispanic I'm always working I'd rather catch a play before I catch a break

And that lil hoe a stripper she always twerking she stay with the pole trying to get the cake

Straight off the road for 6 hours and naw I don't need no break

Jumped in the booth drop a hot 16 feeling like chef in the kitchen gotta make this cake

Foot on they neck can't ease up blow like a ref I'm Td up

Lock on my heart gotta put the keys up streets hot fuck nigga don't freeze up

Foot on they neck can't ease up I'm a blow like a ref I'm Td up

Lock on my heart gotta put the keys up streets hot fuck nigga can't freeze up

(Boe)