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(You're a genius, June) Ha, okay, oh, wow (Big 14, gang, gang, gang) Yeah, ha Bitch, I'm the goat Hop out the Lamb' then I hop in a Ghost (Hop in a Ghost, woo) I posted up on that block by the store Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Woo, let it go) I ride at Grannies', I whip on the stove I put my heart and my soul in the phone (Yeah, in the phone) I keep a foolie, no semi-auto (Bah, woo, haha) I got them bands, them bands overload (Go, yeah, yeah) I keep that water, that shit overflow (Yeah, woo) If you want beef, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, yeah) If they want heat, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, ayy) If they want beef, then this shit on the floor (Ayy, gang) (Drank God) I was made for this shit, parked big Wraith in the 6 Got ice? Then we takin' his shit Pour a 8 in a twist I get so high off the mud for no reason, I be wastin' this shit Niggas hatin', we lit, I don't do favorites and shit Want mine? Gotta pay for this shit Got a K with big clip (Phew) Catch a nigga out (Bah), we gon' spray his whole ride like I'm paintin' and shit (Bah, bah) Letras de cancionesMix the Louis with the Fendi (Yeah, yeah), I was in Louis with blicky (Yeah, yeah) Got fifty racks in my dicky Get a nigga wacked for some [?], stacked up a ticket Yeah, I got packs for the fifty Caught a case for the stick, got a lil' gang in this bitch Play roles, we [?] your shit Never hated on shit Real street nigga in my name, ho, wait, they be fakin' this shit, uh Bitch, I'm the goat Hop out the Lamb' then I hop in a Ghost (Hop in a Ghost, woo) I posted up on that block by the store Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Woo, let it go) I ride at Grannies', I whip on the stove I put my heart and my soul in the phone (Yeah, in the phone) I keep a foolie, no semi-auto (Bah, woo, haha) I got them bands, them bands overload (Go, yeah, yeah) I keep that water, that shit overflow (Yeah, woo) If you want beef, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, yeah) If they want heat, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, ayy) If they want beef, then this shit on the floor (Ayy, gang) So much ice on me Better think twice 'fore he run up, I got pipe on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) The spikes, no leaf Dick a bitch down so good, off the lean that she might OD Yellow pints on me, sendin' shit right OT White sticks like a white ho key Hundred racks on me, made three, four, five hundred thousand last week, I just might blow three Turn a half to a hundred, turn a nigga hat to a skelly Fuck around put bands on your buddy Got a bag full of money Just me, and Cudi, and we both ten down so we stand on all twenty Mag' in my denim (Yeah), had a weed house in the hood doin' numbers Mixin' fives with the twenties I be high like a junkie Rich ass nigga still hangin' in the slums, did time with the felons Bitch, I'm the goat Hop out the Lamb' then I hop in a Ghost (Hop in a Ghost, woo) I posted up on that block by the store Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Woo, let it go) I ride at Grannies', I whip on the stove I put my heart and my soul in the phone (Yeah, in the phone) I keep a foolie, no semi-auto (Bah, woo, haha) I got them bands, them bands overload (Go, yeah, yeah) I keep that water, that shit overflow (Yeah, woo) If you want beef, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, yeah) If they want heat, then that shit on the floor (Yeah, ayy) If they want beef, then this shit on the floor (Ayy, gang) (June, you're a genius) From Letras Mania