3 Headed Goat feat. Lil Baby,Polo G

歌詞

These ain't no Guess jeans I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test me I played to the left, they went to the right they tried to finesse me Still riding around with that blicky out, I hope they don't catch me Police had raided our spot so we went to the next street Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it's dark I'm going retarded He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless We in Miami in the middle of winter and we on them jet skis And we in Atlanta I'm running the cannon, and working the red key I cannot mention my homies inside of my song cause I know they be trapping a lot I can't keep taking these pills, when I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lot I know a nigga who say he got rich off of dope but I know he be actin' alot I know some niggass who say that they took down the city but niggass be lacking alot Yeah, that shit was awful, nigga had that dog food That day they shot you, I slid on the mongoose You cannot come back around me, you changed your back on me I cannot forget The police was lying, they said that they caught you, but nigga they made you admit Your name was fine, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich Under 25 living like a boss, riding around with a chauffeur I don't sell drugs, still we paranoid keep looking over my shoulder Niggas lying like I'm stealing swag but it's my shit like I wrote it These rappers really nice as hell, I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off Man, he say he gon press up on who? I'ma get the steal like I'm Chris Paul Back to back Suburbans, I'm a big dog I was in the slums serving fentanyl Zombie land, junkies having withdrawals I been getting to a lot of missed calls Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking about I should slap him for saying he hot as me I don't know who could fuck with me, honestly And they know I'm the man so they watching me Different color bands like Monopoly Man they must not be using his head If he thinking I don't keep a Glock on me That's like suicide if you play with us got a better chance at the lottery Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep Make the crowd dance, choreography Once I got a plan ain't no stopping me Three car garage, million dollar crib with a foreign bitch riding on top me A lot of people done said I won't be shit, well I guess they owe me an apology These ain't no Guess jeans I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test me I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me Still riding around with that blicky out, I hope they don't catch me Police had raided our spot so we went to the next street Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm going retarded He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless We in Miami in the middle of winter and we on them jet skis And we in Atlanta, I'm running the cannon and working the red key