Lyrics: Cameron Charles McEachern
Music: Cameron Charles McEachern
Yeah, okay (Brr)
Got the squad with me, what you want? (Brr)
Why this blunt kickin' like a punt? (Brr)
B*tch, I'm leaned up, I ain't drunk (Okay)
First place, never runner-up (No, no)
This chop' got tits and they double cups (Yeah)
This yart just hit, I got bubble guts
Yeah-yeah, is we finna f*ck or what? (Like, what?)
On a beat, a n*gga strut (Okay)
I-I got green, so I test the luck
Bright red beam, aiming that kid up (Sh*t, sh*t)
He got lined, guess who set it up
You gon' talk, federal as f*ck (Boom, boom)
This road za', medical my blunt
He got popped, never let him up, yeah-yeah
What is out here itchin' my KO?
I got Wock', b*tch, inside a faygo
I-I'm on my god sh*t, b*tch, I'm like Kratos (Yeah-yеah)
And I'm too locked, b*tch, so I'm like Teo (Sh*t)
I'm in thе game, but I don't play though
Yeah, it's my time, yeah, it's my takeover (Yeah)
Look in my eyes and she can't say no (Yeah, yeah)
Packin' my fries, you're like Bojangles, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't hate any n*ggas like Catapult
I'm a GOAT, young n*gga, you had to know (Sh*t, sh*t)
It don't take much for me to bag your ho
You ain't going far 'cause you lackin' a passion, bro
Man, I put this sh*t on like fashion show
And I work hard, so I'mma brag the most
Online smoke, I ain't worried 'bout tags and posts
On my dick, go ahead, you can gag and choke
Yeah, yeah, I like this, I like this
Damn, okay
On the beat, got a n*gga speakin' fluent
I'm money make, yeah, this bread got me improvin' (Boom, boom)
Don't hesitate, when I see the shot, I shoot it
I meditate, manifested my delusion (Okay)
Man, I rap this sh*t and do it (Uh-huh)
Break her heart like I'm the cruelest (Sh*t)
They like, "Skyte, you rappin' too fast"
Shut the f*ck up and open up your ears
She wanna f*ck now, but, back then, I was weird (Yeah, yeah)
My power is hit your ho, then disappear (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't got no short head, but I'm switchin' through these gears
They see me like, "I ain't see you in some years" (What?)
I can't hit a pussy where I gotta clear (Huh?)
She see my dick and now she lookin' feared
(Like, what? Like, what? Like, what? Like, what?)
I might eat up that cat and f*ck 'round, grow a beard (Like—)
They found his body in the Lake Lanier (Like—)
I had that shawty and my brothers cheer
The-these n*ggas pussy, they don't persevere
I don't even like when broke n*ggas near
F*ck 'bout a glick, I chuck 'em with a spear
And it's street, boy, you get killed like a deer
B*tch (Yeah, yeah)
Fu-f*ck around, hit a cat, make it go— (Like, what? Like, what? Like, what?)
Fu-f*ck around, hit a cat, make it go— (Okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, yeah
F*ck around, hit a cat, make it go— (What?)
F*ck around, hit a cat, make it go— (Okay)
F*ck around, hit a cat, make it go— (Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t)
F*ck around, hit a cat, make it go— (Boom)
F*ck around, hit a cat, make it go— (Let's go)
F*ck around, hit a cat, make it go— (Goddamn)
F*ck around, hit a cat, make it go— (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'm a GOAT in this sh*t if you didn't know
With your b*tch, doin' sh*t I ain't did before
If you need proof, here, I got the video
I can play a lil' n*gga like a banjo (Oh my f*cking god)
Yeah, okay (Brr)
Got the squad with me, what you want? (Brr)
Why this blunt kickin' like a punt? (Brr)
B*tch, I'm leaned up, I ain't drunk (Okay)
First place, never runner-up (No, no)
This chop' got tits and they double cups (Yeah)
This yart just hit, I got bubble guts
Yeah-yeah, is we finna f*ck or what? (Like, what?)
On a beat, a n*gga strut (Okay)
I-I got green, so I test the luck
Bright red beam, aiming that kid up (Sh*t, sh*t)
He got lined, guess who set it up
You gon' talk, federal as f*ck (Boom, boom)
This road za', medical my blunt
He got popped, never let him up, yeah-yeah