ME MYSELF & I

[Pre-Chorus]
OTC, how we roll knee deep in her throat
CD, how I slide with the tech
Keep me a knife at my chest
Look like a hyphen, when I take a slice at his neck
I'm at the top, and they under it
Only time they know my government
Is when they're writing my checks
Boy might be able to buy a feature
But he can not buy my respect

[Chorus]
They call me the G.O.A.T, but I be the whole ass herd
Me, myself, and I
I do what I want, these bitches be riding the wave
They can't even handle the tide
Shit, I be screaming and they play my shit in the club
You can't even get inside
You said that boy was your ride or die
He ain't even pay for the Uber

[Verse 1: LIME KING]
We putting shells in his back like a Koopa
He talking shit, so we ending his life
He gotta learn life don't got bloopers
I'm steady balling I feel like a-
League around me, they think that I'm super
He got a little rocket, Bradley Cooper
Said he's a shooter, but he's always missing
Guess storm only way he's a trooper

[Verse 2]
I be hitting my licks
Got that thing on my hip
Like a slippery dip, I'ma slide on his youngens
I know that bitch gonna think I'm the shit
She gon' spit on my dick, I ain't buying her nothing
Ice gon' stick to my wrist when I'm swinging my fist
That boy turning blind when I punch him
Get that back lickety-split, then we zipping our lips
We ain't spitting them kind of discussions

[Verse 3]
She be on her knees, she ain't even religious
I make generational weath
Teaching my kids their addition with commas and digits
I'm bout the cream, the bitches still whipping the whippets
I only whip when I'm drifting, squeezing the clip til he twitching
Making it rain with the pineapples
They gon think that i'm pissing

[Verse 4]
Yes sir, Yes sir
I make the bag in full like Baa Baa Black Sheep
They tryna make chicken from rap beef
If you want problems, ask me
He only in my lane, when he in the back seat
He might carry Tabasco, I actually pack heat
He better run from the blast, like a track meet
Next time @ me, bitch!

[Pre-Chorus]
OTC, how we roll knee deep in her throat
CD, how I slide with the tech
Keep me a knife at my chest
Look like a hyphen, when I take a slice at his neck
I'm at the top, and they under it
Only time they know my government
Is when they're writing my checks
Boy might be able to buy a feature
But he can not buy my respect

[Chorus]
They call me the G.O.A.T, but I be the whole ass herd
Me, myself, and I
I do what I want, these bitches be riding the wave
They can't even handle the tide
Shit, I be screaming and they play my shit in the club
You can't even get inside
You said that boy was your ride or die
He ain't even pay for the Uber