2-Headed Goat ft. LaTheGoat Lyrics

Mafiajitt, nigga, yeah, won't stop my shit, nigga, yeah

Bitch, we some goats, if you ain't know then, then you know now

Drivin' too fast on my block, get it slowed down

We them young niggas, you can't bring your hoe around, yeah

And I walk with them racks, so I know all these bitches tryna go now

Deep in the streets, so I can't put that pole down

Backdoor the plug, took him down for like four pounds

Big boy Glock, you could eat this lil' whole round

Stick to the code, I ain't makin' no sound

Got the plug to come shop, sell this shit for the low now

I can't trap on the block, I just get it and go now

Can't cuff on the bitch, I just fuck em and get lost

Bitch, we walkin' designer, the finest, this shit cost

Catch me a case, the stick gon' get tossed

Eight bands on me, feel like L.A. and Rick Ross

Yeah, I spent some racks on a bitch, I don't care what that shit cost

I drip when I walk, yeah, you know this shit big sauce

She don't play ball, but she suckin' the tip off

Put that dick on a bitch, make that hoe make a sick call

Everything water, this voss

I'm smokin' on gumbo, that shit make me cough

I put that bitch on a flight, then in a truck

Then they brought her to the loft

Don't speak on my name unless you tryna do somethin

Front line with them Glocks, yeah its two somethin

Better hop in that car if you ain't tryna shoot nothin

That's how young niggas die, cause they geekin' to prove somethin

I'm tryna slide, get him choppin', let's move somethin

Five-five-sixes, I know they go through somethin

Thot bitch all on my dick, tryna chew somethin

That nigga bluffin', he ain't ever do nothin

I fuck with nothin' but blue hunnid

Beat on my chest in this bitch, I'm like, who want it?

They sleepin' on me while I'm hittin' the snooze button

Touch one hand on my head and my crew comin

And I really live it, this shit ain't no cap rap

Ninth grade, I had that stick in my backpack

Sippin' on codeine, they call me the Act Mack

He reach for this chain and we shoot like a step back

Street shit, I'm makin' hits on the iPhone

Trap house, we in the spot when they not home

Soon as the pack hit the block, then the pack gone

When I'm off the perk, I be tryna break her backbone

She wanna steak, but I ordered a gyro

Bitch, you stay beggin', that's why I like white hoes

She said I was broke, man, that must be a typo

BBL goat, I just paid for her lipo

Bitch we some goats, if you ain't know then, then you know now

Drivin' too fast on my block, get it slowed down

We them young niggas, you can't bring your hoe around

Yeah, and I walk with them racks

So I know all these bitches tryna go now

Deep in the streets, so I can't put that pole down

Backdoor the plug, took him down for like four pounds

Big boy Glock, you could eat this lil' whole round

Stick to the code, I ain't makin' no sound

Nigga want smoke, then they know it's gon' go down

I can't trap on the block, I just get it and go now

Gun on silent when I shoot, it make no sound

Bitch, we walkin' designer the finest, this shit cost

Niggas be broke, they still rockin' rip-offs

Eight bands on me, feel like L.A. and Rick Ross

My dog in the trap and he tryna get bricks off

Pint for a pint, yeah, we havin' a sip off

I bet on the game, he be dead before kick off

Spaceship coupe, yeah, I'm ready for lift-off

Bey-bey-blade, yeah, I'm lettin' it rip off

Glizzy turn his pants back, well, that's Chris Cross

Yeah my dick got a crib, yeah, live in a bitch mouth

The backstreets hot, so you know a nigga switch route

Got my own spot, so I can't get kicked out, yeah