Lyrics Young Goats (feat. ShittyBoyz).lrc BabyTron
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[ar: BabyTron]
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[ti: Young Goats (feat. ShittyBoyz)]
[length: 02:16]
[00:04.62]Bitch, yeah (Helluva made this beat, baby)
[00:06.98]ShittyBoyz
[00:07.78]ShittyBoyz, young GOATs, we some legends in the making
[00:09.61]Squaring up? We gon’ make dawg wrestle with the pavement
[00:11.60]Big Balenciaga Track.2s, ain’t stepping in no Asics
[00:13.66]Two long sleeves in the Ford, spreading out them Franklins
[00:16.04]Huh, big shitter, throw a diaper on me
[00:17.76]MSR work, twenty 201 sliders on me
[00:19.72]Gang’ll let a hunnid chops sing, put a choir on him
[00:21.75]Stepped out with that bread on me, looking like bologna
[00:23.85]We’ll slide down and wrap him up like a enchilada
[00:25.68]Niggas wanna beef, why would I if it ain’t ’bout a dollar?
[00:27.87]Got her on the bed grabbing covers, trying not to holler
[00:29.76]Try to shoot yo shot, she gon’ block it, call it Serge Ibaka
[00:31.67]He dropped a diss song, since then y’all ain’t heard about him
[00:33.76]I was fucked up with a dollar, turnt it into commas
[00:35.73]Gang looking like we SpaceX, we brought in the rockets
[00:37.71]She don’t want no love, lil’ bitch like what’s in my pockets
[00:39.65]I don’t need a tat, I was stamped before I said a word
[00:41.74]On this road we call life, we might just have to swerve
[00:43.68]Four of Wock’ in a Maui Burst, I might slur my words
[00:45.75]Unc’ phone chirping, catch him on the curb serving birds
[00:47.89]Catch his dead-ass getting buried, get his hearse reversed
[00:49.72]Saying that you up just to fuck? Boy, don’t perp to her
[00:51.78]Left a couple hoes in the past and I know they hurt
[00:53.63]Used to jugg hams, they would say that I’m a fucking jerk
[00:55.68]Good on the West and the East like I’m LBJ
[00:57.65]Every bitch want me to spin but never held me safe
[00:59.53]Tryna fight? Boy, that’s kinda like tryna sell me eighths
[01:01.67]I’ll do hibachi back to back till my belly ache
[01:03.67]Hit the strip and threw five like we playing patty cake
[01:05.45]Thought he was a demon, how they send him to the Heaven Gates?
[01:07.56]Good zaza to the face, I might levitate
[01:09.56]Bitch told me do the dash, I almost made the pedal break
[01:11.55]Need a Kleenex, I got boogers in my bezel face
[01:13.56]They ain’t wanna see us make it here, it’s time to celebrate
[01:15.43]Put him in a suit, smoke his ass like some Wedding Cake
[01:17.60]Really Chris Kyle with that fucker, I got steady aim
[01:19.53]Pull up on a opp without three hunnid, still let it bang
[01:21.45]We gon’ sweep whoever, they can’t make it to the seventh game
[01:23.54]Feel like Mother Nature in the strip, the way I let it rain
[01:25.58]We ain’t even talk, I bent her over, told her say my name
[01:27.53]Summertime, we hopping out in turbans clutching Russian rifles
[01:29.72]On the dark web pinging shit, where’s my punching title?
[01:31.54]Dior sneaks, Palm Angel joggy, bitch, I run in style
[01:33.30]Ain’t no gift cards in this bitch? Nigga, fuck this aisle
[01:35.48]Came a long way from the closet, it was hot as hell
[01:37.47]Dawg swear to God he got some money, I could hardly tell
[01:39.52]His new shoes creased ’cause he had to walk far as hell
[01:41.33]Get paid to talk shit, you still working hard as hell
[01:43.42]Let him throw a fist, buddy toast, throw some jelly on him
[01:45.41]You already know that it’s a hit if we got Helly on it
[01:47.59]Told him get the whole fit, I ain’t taking selfies on it
[01:49.31]Death from above, shoot the chop out a heli’ on it
[01:51.33]T-double H-L, we ain’t really seen comp’
[01:53.37]We been locked in since forever, we don’t team hop
[01:55.45]For them jacks, you’ll catch me climbing up a bean stalk
[01:57.12]We cracking EDDs, you be jugging since them green dots
[01:59.62]Year of Release: 2021