Goated ft. mon Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, come on, yeah, yeah, come on

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, come on, yeah, yeah, come on

Fuck these bitches they don't know me

ye look out my G got 30

Riding me just like a pony

Situation getting moany

Fuck her like a dog, yeah

She got zoophilia she fuckin' with a goaty

It's time to get some money

You could tell by my Rollie

Got a shooter for New York, you know he keep it sturdy

Got a shooter in NYC, but you know we poke niggas

I feel like Vlad, got a sword, yeah, I'm slashing niggas

Popping pillies every day, we live that high life

Work in the lab all day, yeah, we been like Rick and Morty

Your ho wanna be with me, I told control your shorty

I got too many bedroom, bitch, you just got pieces and quarters

Fuck these bitches they don't know me

ye look out my G got 30

Riding me just like a pony

Situation getting moany

Fuck her like a dog, yeah

She got zoophilia she fuckin' with a goaty

Yo, big, big, big deal

Pull up in that trackhawk yeah, that bitch go vium

Come up on that money, you don't understand how I feel

I got guns in the bag, man, I stay in the field

Plastic bag for the weed

Climate it be changing, we still selling every season

Walking the club with pockets full of wisdom

Walking the club with pockets full of business

Fuck these bitches they don't know me

ye look out my G got 30

Riding me just like a pony

Situation getting moany

Fuck her like a dog, yeah

She got zoophilia she fuckin' with a goaty

Swag, swag

Swag, swag

Sky, swag

Sky, sky, sky

The devil shook her

say bitch, you gon' do what?

Huh