They Call Me The Goat

(22) (Yeah) (F*ck yo crew) (What I be spitting in the booth) (Uh) Said I need a Georgia peach For this motherfucking weed I ain't sipping no more lean So Don't ask me where the green I be getting to this cheese Keep your bitch on her knees She be fucking you for free But to me she a pay a fee Might just bring back the jerk Cause she giving captain daddy I don't even need they Addy I'm pull up when it's time Drop these niggas like a line I only hit it one time Now this bitch think she mine I would not cuff a bitch If she don't use her credit To get these lines We know your mans be lying He say he know the plug, But be getting tax for dimes I just took a whole Perk Now i'm bought to break her spine I got to start recording Cause I forget when I Play it in my mind Got to call Twill I need those sixes in a nine We be smoking on that What-u-ma-call-it And that Doja yo boy tried To run he got popped in his shoulder Eleven be her check in time When she sleeping over I got to bust a run Keep that strap by your odor I'll never snitch on no on Show my son a real soldier Hell yea I'm drunk as f*ck I'm just tryna get sober This perk gone keep em' calm So they don't rob you from Your head to your shoulders These little niggas grimy They'll do it broad day They don't even need no Ls They gonna foot it anyway I'm done talking nigga Get the f*ck up out the stu Aye 22