The G.O.A.T. Lyrics

He a shooter, but turned to a samurai

Free the gang, you know what I'm saying

Yea

Bru prolly never getting out, he ain't watching no clock

He a shooter, but turned to a samurai

This shit ain't bout a image, I been in the trap

I was serving that shit out my auntie house

I can put that shit on for month straight

I get em all gone all in one day

Fuck doing shows I been getting loads

This shit won't even fit in my clothes

Bru think he a chef, he just jumped a zone to a deuce

He ain't even have to touch the stove

He cook that dope up in the microwave

I just might get a nigga shot today

I just might pop out with a lot of paper

I just might pop it make a nigga hate me

I just might go up with a nigga savings

I just might drop and show em' I'm the greatest

Bitch I been serving, remember I ain't have nothing, a favor was never a option

We been getting loads, soon as they touch get em sold

They bidding on em' like an auction

Niggas be hating, I'm like fuck em I'm popping

Bru get the drop on an opp he gone pop em

Unk he a fool, he patch up the work for a nigga

We call him the neighborhood doctor

I got the baddest lil bitch in the world

I can't lie she tripping, but fuck it she flawless

Yea he be flowing, but when he had said he the goat I'm like damn that's the moment he lost me

Free my lil cousin, he had caught a double homi and still down to catch a body

Bitch I'm the hardest, niggas know that I'm the goat and I'm still selling narcotics

Bru prolly never getting out, he ain't watching no clock

He a shooter, but turned to a samurai

This shit ain't bout a image, I been in the trap

I was serving that shit out my auntie house

I can put that shit on for month straight

I get em all gone all in one day

Fuck doing shows I been getting loads

This shit won't even fit in my clothes

Bru think he a chef, he just jumped a zone to a deuce

He ain't even have to touch the stove

He cook that dope up in the microwave

I just might get a nigga shot today

I just might pop out with a lot of paper

I just might pop it make a nigga hate me

I just might go up with a nigga savings

I just might drop and show em' I'm the greatest

I be the flyest, I set the trends I'm the pilot, you play with me them niggas sliding

I stay in designer, I got this shit out the trap, he got plays I might fuck round and hire him

Lil bru he a driver, he know them streets it's a chase if the police try cut on them sirens

Lil shawty go crazy, she eat that dick up on camera I think she be trying to go viral

I had to cut off my dog he went sour

He was a gangster, he threw in the towel

Free my lil partner

He in the county cause he was trying to catch em and stretch one of them rivals

Niggas be talking

They think they tough cause they loud, but I got some shit get a lil louder

Snipe on them zans

Shawty be drowsy, and still trying to catch him one slipping and rob him

Bru prolly never getting out, he ain't watching no clock

He a shooter, but turned to a samurai

This shit ain't bout a image, I been in the trap

I was serving that shit out my auntie house

I can put that shit on for month straight

I get em all gone all in one day

Fuck doing shows I been getting loads

This shit won't even fit in my clothes

Bru think he a chef, he just jumped a zone to a deuce

He ain't even have to touch the stove

He cook that dope up in the microwave

I just might get a nigga shot today

I just might pop out with a lot of paper

I just might pop it make a nigga hate me

I just might go up with a nigga savings

I just might drop and show em' I'm the greatest