2 Headed Goat ft. LATheGoat Lyrics

Mafiajitt nigga

Dont stop my shit nigga, yeah!

Bitch we some goats, if you aint know

Then then you know now, driving to fast on my block

Get it slowed down we them young niggas

You cant bring yo hoe round' yeah!

And i walk with them racks

So i know all these bitches tryna go now deep in these streets

So i cant put that pole down backdoor the plug took him down for like 4 pounds

Big boy glock you could eat this lil whole round

(Stick to the code I ain't making no sound!)

Got the plug to come shop so this shit for the low now

I cant trap on the block I just get it and go now

Can't cuff on a bitch i just fuck em and get lost

Bitch we walk in designer, the finest, this shit costs

Catch me a case that stick gone get tossed

8 bands on me feel like LA and rick ross

Yea

I spent some racks on a bitch i dont care what that shit costs

Drip when I walk yeah you know this shit big sauce

She dont play ball but she sucking the tip off

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

Everything water this voss, im smoking on gumbo that shit make me cough

I put that bitch on a flight

Then In a truck

Then I brought her to the loft

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

Frontline with them glocks, yea it's 2 some

Better hop in that car if you aint tryna shoot none

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

Im tryna slide get em' chopped and lets move some

5.56's I know they go through some

Thot bitch all on my dick tryna chew some

That nigga bluffin' he aint never do none!

(Yea!)

I fuck with nothing but blue hundred

Beat on my chest in this bitch im like who want it?

They sleepin' on me while im hittin' the snooze button

Touch one hair on my head and my crew comin'

And i really live it this shit aint no cap rap

9th grade i had that stick in my backpack

Sippin on codeine they call me the act mac

He reach for this chain, and we shoot like a stepback

Street shit

Im making hits on the iPhone

Trap house

We in they spot when they not home

Soon as the pack hit the block then the pack gone

When im off the perc I be tryna break her backbone

She wanted steak but I ordered her gyros

Bitch you stay beggin' thats 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 aint know

Then then you know now, driving to fast on my block get it slowed down

We them young niggas you cant bring yo hoe round' yeah!

And i walk with them racks so i know all these bitches

Tryna go now deep in these streets

So i cant put that pole down backdoor the plug

Took him down for like 4 pounds

Big boy glock you could eat this lil whole round

(Stick to the code I ain't making no sound!)

Niggas want smoke then they know its gonna go down

I cant trap on the block I just get it and go now!

Gun on silent when I shoot it make no sound

Bitch we walk in designer, the finest, this shit cost

Niggas be broke and they still rocking rip-offs

8 Bands on me feel like LA and Rick Ross!

My dawg in the trap and he tryna get bricks off

Pint for a pint yeah we having a sip off

I Bet on the game he be dead before kick-off

Spaceship coupe yeah im ready for lift-off

Bey-Bey-Blade yeah im lettin it rip-off!

Glizzy turn his pants backwards thats Kris Kross

Yea my dick gotta crib and it live in a bitch mouth!

The Backstreet is hot so you know a nigga switch routes

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

Yea!