Goat - Snap Capone, Stardom, Rimzee

Press then eject, left with a sket

Audermars Roleys, wet the Patek

This gun is my trophy, excellent skeng

Up close and personal, spray it like it’s dench

Nigga I’m a gang banger, crack slanger, wife banger, bandana

My manor, chrome hammer, .44 oh mazza

Skrr in the old banger

No fork, cut the coke with a coat hanger

Two tone Roley, strap Jubilee

Snap Capone a killer, yeah it’s true indeed

Niggas want me dead, that ain’t new to me

All my niggas ready, let the war proceed

I had to hit her twice then I ditched that

This coke whiter than Mick Jag'

This whole brick came gift wrapped

I specialise in murders and kidnaps

Flying OT, G’s, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s

Flying OT, G’s, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s

I heard they wanna put me in a coffin

Rimz, S, me, three G’s like Golovkin

They killed my darg, I want revenge, I’m John Wick

I’ll shoot you on the spot and hit it top bins

Talented, I could’ve been a surgeon

I just put five bricks in a German

Doing drive-by's for recreational purposes

Get the drop, I’ll drop 'em like a Percocet

Slim ting, I flew her out to Turkey

With the BBL and now she curvy

I used to keep my burner in the bin shed

We ain’t squashing no beef until that kid’s dead

Pole hoes, more men than a minibus

Bad boy, Big and Puff

Capping, ain’t as real as us

O.T. bopping like NSG

Dopeboy trophy, rose gold Patek Phillippe

Flying OT, G’s, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s

Flying OT, G’s, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s

In that T-House all night and all day

I feel like Berna with this yay

I started with an eighth

Thirty-five for the white girl, twelve for the dirty

Stitching in my jeans, Michael Amiri

Counting new dough with the same chick I was broke with

L-shaped sofas, L.V. loafers

Three-hundred for the tee, just to say D&G

Thirty in the Z

I got it in this house, Ali G

They laughed when I pulled up on my moped

I missed the ninth sale cause I don’t come until road check

Tales of a kala, they say it’s bad karma

Gaucho sea bass fillets with my partner

I was broke and bummy till I started shotting dutty

Hand-to-hand sales, I was hitting 'em like Murray

You know hanging on the blow I was a lame

Until a buyer introduced me to the game

Flying OT, G’s, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s

Flying OT, G’s, packs and scores

Had to get that P now the tee says Dior

A nigga try and reach, imma turn him to a corpse

S-T, S-N, R-M, we are the G.O.A.T.'s