The Goat of the 9

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm 'bout to eat it up
I'm like ovens in the hood in winter, bitch, I'm heating up
Cartier glasses, that's on my face, my vision beefing up
Lil' ho' ain't pass me back my wood, this bitch be chiefing up
Take aggression out all on my mic, I'm 'bout to beat it up
I can't hang with niggas like y'all, y'all ain't discrete enough
Told that nigga count up his blessings like he a priest or some'
Don't mistake me for that square button, bitch, you bet' not reach for nothin' (Brr)
I feel like Joe Burrow, I got that nine on me
Allergic when them pigs come around, I think that's swine on 'em
Got ho's all in my phone, they ain't want mе then, now they got shrines on mе
No Pretty Ricky, bitch, don't waste no time, you better grind on me
Niggas tryna beef stuck in they city, can't waste lines on 'em
Won't waste the clock, my shit be like money, can't drop a dime on 'em
One-waisted Glock, I up this bitch right now, it draw the line for 'em
Two wasted thots, they tryna be groupies, can't waste the pine on 'em

[Verse 2]
(Go) 392, how I slide on the track
Put his man in a pack, now they all finna scat
Always on point, keep it sharp as ​a tack
When I touchdown on this, know it's good for the PAT
Talking for cheddar? He fell for the trap
He gon' fold in that room, should've knew he a rat
I'm dropping hits in this bitch, whether they like it or not, got it lit with this shit
I'm cutting up like a slit, standing on ten and it's firm, I ain't slipping on shit
I'm really him, it's legit, won't catch me talking too much, that should give you a hint
I lay it down with every trip, I'm hitting harder than Craig and Deebo with the brick

[Verse 3]
Ain't wasting time with this shit, don't care 'bout a drop of the beat when I'm offing this bitch
Chopping 'em like a butcher, precise like a surgeon, how I sew 'em back with a stitch
Niggas, they thinking I'm cheating when I just be eating, what's the point of using a glitch?
Nigga, I been independent, what you mean depending? All my shit a hunnid percent
Reach in my pocket, I pull out a rack and you reaching in yours and you pull out some lint
Run up the money, the number one option, smoking 'em out like Sha'Carri in sprints
Had people say I ain't grinding enough, I been digging down deep, damn near made me a trench
"Velly, you ain't got the hunger no more," I been starving myself, stomach look like a pit
Tired of these people that's sleeping on me, they gon' recognize 'Goat, better know who it is
Alka-Seltzer when I jumped in that water, I'm turning 'em up, how I'm making it fizz
Better rethink what you say on that track 'cause I'm coming for you if you making a diss
Silly ass rabbit, you out of your mind, I ain't come here to play, I'm too old for them tricks

[Verse 4]
Money so big, that shit look like a tower
The gang told me eat, so I came to devour
They better surrender or throw in the towel
Feel like Muni Long, can go hours and hours
Ain't no fucking with me, I turn niggas to ghosts, they know Big 'Goat the one that got all of the power
Ol' scary ass niggas don't care 'bout the moves that you make, can't take nothing serious from a coward
Got me punching 'em, punching 'em out like I'm Tyson
Niggas dickride so much, they might just have a license
I been snapping so much, I think I'm in a crisis
Freaky bitch like a vacuum, suck me like a Dyson
Every beat that I touch, that I walk on, lil' bitch, it's a guaranteed chance it's golden like I'm Midas
I'm the G.O.A.T. of the '9, make 'em feel to they mo'fucking joints like I diagnosed 'em arthritis

[Outro]
And it's Big mo'fucking 'Goat when you talking to me, stupid ass bitch
Fuck wrong with these niggas?