3 Headed Goat

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