​goat talk

[Intro]
What do you desire? Ax go crazy

[Chorus]
Yeah, she say "what you see in me?"
(I don't even know, I don't even know)
But, whenever I wanna talk bitch I just put on a beat
(Bitch, haha, I don't even know, I don't even know)
Damn she pissed, and she mad 'cause I ain't even fuck her all week
(I don't even know)
Damn I should've crashed, should've hit
Bitch, when I know that I'm sleepy
Like yeah he slid, but he missed, I bet that he wished that he hit me
My money long, so he pissеd, I heard he been pinchin' on penniеs
Got a bad lil' ho, came straight to the door
She ain't wearin' no panties
Bitch I'm on go, don't sip that there, I had slipped me a xanny

[Verse]
Mama I'm sorry, T know I love you
Brand new car, push start the button
Ma I'm goin' far, oh this ain't for nun'
[?] tat on my arm, might hit up my cousin
[?] go crazy, go crash the lil' beamer
And I got the cedes, when I park I don't pay on no meter
Ish popped up wit' his fire, yeah we exchangin' heaters
Yeezy my mufuckin' feet but won't never catch me in Adidas
One day I'll be fillin' arenas
My brother strappin' like Gilbert Arenas
He no sipper, he poured a line in a two liter
Shit don't make no sense, you ain't gettin' high off of nun'
He just be talkin' that shit, he ain't gon' slide for nun'
Yeah, that ain't yo' strap that's yo' bro gun
Frrrr, frrrat, .556 green tip on that ho
And I put a scope, just so they know
They can't even hide from lil' foe, bitch I'm the mufuckin' goat
I'm a backwood stuffer, taught her how to roll
I'm a big stick clutcher, won't leave what I post
We in Miami, I ain't even book a route to 'em
The hoes they look, she wanna go home
But she so bad, I can't leave her 'lone
It look so fat wit' the sundress on
I drop a hit like every song
I send a hit and I get him gone
Real real za, that's my cologne
Real dopesick, I need me some
Some of that drop, some of that mud
Big ass Glock, she like "as you should"
I'm firin' this drac, I'm clutchin' the wood
I'm fuckin' this ho, thinkin' if I should
Oh shit now, bitch I'm just trippin'
Off of that blue, shit got me slippin'
GLE coupe, I done fucked the transmission
Still goin' cedes but this time a sprinter, I need it all tinted
Hop out that bitch, just don't be a victim
And she got a ass, sum' like Kim K
And I get them racks, even on a bad day
I hit up Saks, after I hit Chase
Then hit up Beni's for the lil' entree
Gee free, I had to hit Jay
GLE shit, I done took off the intake
448, up in the trap, hit me for a two eight
And that's a lil' zip but bitch I got plates
I don't workout but I'm shakin' the weight
I just wan' fuck this ho, paint on her face
Big Glocks ARs up in the place
Ho I love you hard, I can't even stay
Been drinkin' on Wockhardt, that shit outdated

[Chorus]
Shh, yeah, she say "what you see in me?"
(I don't even know, I don't even know)
But, whenever I wanna talk bitch I just put on a beat
(I don't even know, I don't even know, I don't even know)
Damn she pissed, and she mad 'cause I ain't even fuck her all week
Damn I should've crashed, should've hit
Bitch, when I know that I'm sleepy
Like yeah he slid, but he missed, I bet that he wished that he hit me
My money long, so he pissed, I heard he been pinchin' on pennies
Got a bad lil' ho, came straight to the door
She ain't wearin' no panties
Bitch I'm on go, don't sip that there, I had slipped me a xanny

[Outro]
Bitch, haha, 4400 Taliban