Goat Talk 2 (feat. Polo G) - Hotboii

Told him we gotta Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh We could turn the beat up some more Uh, uh, uh-uh Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh Bag on an opp, now we gettin' him clapped Switches let off, we gettin' him wrapped Shots from the Drac' comb out his naps Now shawty 'nem checkin' the Citizen app I got some niggas up in them Scat Packs slidin' And some niggas that's still in the trap Fuck nigga keep on dissin' in raps Pressin' my buttons and triggers get tapped You know this gangster shit all in my blood I still do it for Durb and Lamp You could pick any location in the city, I'm good Bitch, everywhere I go, I'm stamped I'ma keep on runnin' and runnin' and runnin' up mills Don't care if I'm catchin' a cramp Bitch, I need every dime, I stay on my grind Like Tony Hawk up that ramp, uh Bag talk, I keep havin' bad thoughts Stay in somethin' fast, I'ma stomp the gas and ride off Pussy niggas play up in thеse streets, get left on sidеwalks I told bronem that we gotta win, can't leave my guys lost I ain't tryna talk, you can get your mind chalked Had to step up for my block, they don't know 'bout all them battles fought Now I got this shit on lock, no, I can't take no time off Broski always sippin' Wock', you would think he had a bad cough Uh, you get what you put in in these streets, shit like an algorithm Twenty-four in this FN, with all these shots, I'm bound to get him Grouchie love his glizzy ten, I'll have my problem child come blitz him Go to war, let's get it in, if you play with my hounds, I'll sick him For a couple pounds, we hit him, took him down, we strip him Catch him out of bounds, we clip him, heard it's a man down, go zip him I miss rockin' out with my dog, if B was alive, I'd still be with him Fuck all the opps, we don't care about y'all, we tryna catch every G and kill 'em, uh Bag talk, I keep havin' bad thoughts Stay in somethin' fast, I'ma stomp the gas and ride off Pussy niggas play up in these streets, get left on sidewalks I told bronem that we gotta win, can't leave my guys lost I ain't tryna talk, you can get your mind chalked Had to step up for my block, they don't know 'bout all them battles fought Now I got this shit on lock, no, I can't take no time off Broski always sippin' Wock', you would think he had a bad cough Bag talk, I keep havin' bad thoughts Stay in somethin' fast, I'ma stomp the gas and ride off Pussy niggas play up in these streets, get left on sidewalks I told bronem that we gotta win, can't leave my guys lost I ain't tryna talk, you can get your mind chalked Had to step up for my block, they don't know 'bout all them battles fought Now I got this shit on lock, no, I can't take no time off Broski always sippin' Wock', you would think he had a bad cough

Ayy Express If you wanna win baby, come sign up Applying pressure forever, let me remind ya You know that's my squad and can't nobody rep it finer Say you one of a kind, well come and show me you a rider 'Cause I ain't got time for the games Can't pick and choose, you gon' be here in slow, sleet, or rain Always make sure you're straight No matter the case, keep a smile on your face, ayy I know they gon' feel some type of way (type of way) They get on Twitter and type away (type away) Word to bro Sax, I got time today If I go broke, I'ma find a way Man, I swear that looks can be deceiving Shawty will look innocent but she really be creeping Believe me, that shit'll turn you cold, anemic To have somebody cross you when you're so caught in the deep end I always tell my bitch, "There ain't nobody 'bove you Except money and God, and that's just truth" Know if I got you on my side, that would be such a clutch move We can take over the world, baby, just us two (baby, us two) Feels like you fell right in my arms, wasn't hard to find ya Any boy play wit' you, it ain't hard to get 'em lined up Ex girl keep calling, but you don't trip 'cause I decline her Had my fun with these hoes, but they time's up I swear that your face give me energy You're more than just a phase When I told you that I love you, you told me, "Watch what you say" "How many girls you say that to?", and I told you, "It's just a few" But with them, I was just talkin' and wit' you the feeling's true When I asked you to be mine, was hopin' you'd be down too But you told me I was rushin', made me feel just like a fool You say you don't mean to be rude I tell you, "Don't trip" 'cause it's cool I'll tell you You just wanna vibe with a gangster then bat it out Tell me the time and the place, girl, let's set it off I'm goin' deeper every stroke, turn the pressure up We goin' round after round, I ain't lettin' up Give it to you better than any nigga you ever fucked Keep it low-key, don't nobody know I'm sexing her You know I always play it cool, never question her I thought that we was just friends, what you jealous for? We can make it happen if you tellin' me you ready I know you somethin' different, I don't mind goin' steady Cut all them hoes off 'cause I'm fuckin' wit' you heavy Always been my lil' shawty, we been vibing since you met me I always knew that you would be the one from the start But I ain't wanna risk it, always tryna play it smart Be careful with your love 'cause I'm giving you my heart It's just me and you together, ain't no breaking us apart I swear that your face give me energy You're more than just a phase When I told you that I love you, you told me, "Watch what you say" "How many girls you say that to?", and I told you, "It's just a few" But with them, I was just talkin' and wit' you the feeling's true When I asked you to be mine, I was hoping you'd be down too But you told me I was rushin', made me feel just like a fool You say you don't mean to be rude I tell you, "Don't trip" 'cause it's cool Uh Lately, I been focused on my payments Say they praying for me, but I know they really hatin' I know you're praying for my downfall That's why I had to get the hell from 'round y'all God put some of my close friends in the pavement Ever since them, my heart been feeling so vacant If you can hear me, give me one call If you can hear me, give me one call

I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad All you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up I can make four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?" I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the fuck is a dutch? And my coupe automatic like, "fuck is a clutch?" And you still rocking PacSun, boy, you a bum Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan I'm smoking broccoli, countin' up lettuce In love with the Glocky, think I got a fetish Kush in my pocket, this shit hella smelly Little Caesars my Glock, keep that bitch hot and ready Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts And go pull out the shovels and water the dirt Niggas been so-called lookin' for me 'Fore I hide from a nigga, I'm poppin' him first If you my bitch, then you gotta be pretty and with it Like, "Bae, put the Glock in your purse" Fuck up your life like some crack or a curse Got a bitch with a pipe in the back of the vert Thinking shit sweet could turn matters to worse Go from Cadillac trucks to a Cadillac hearse Act like you poppin', get popped like a Perc' Front like he got it, we rob him, that's merch Go through his wallet and all of his merch Fuck what you call it, I call it some work And I'm constantly balling like Caris LeVert I ain't fuckin' her raw even off of this Perc' Catch him in traffic, go ape and gorilla Pull up, we scorin' like Damian Lillard He said, "he ain't mean it", well, ain't he a killer? This clip make him dance like he makin' a Triller Love it so much, he just makin' it realer Was tough on the 'net, now his face in a Swisher Lil' bro a quarterback, keep throwin' bullets Hot shit in his stomach, start bakin' his liver All of my lil' niggas earthquake gang 'Cause they tryna make somethin' shake off a jigga I'm from up north, droppin' rakes with the hitter Ten licks in the field like we play for the Steelers Back in the day, I'd snooze off the drank Double cup with the gang, drop an eight in a pitcher Come on the block and we passed her around Heard you lovin' that ho and you faithfully kissin' They know my shit ringin' all through the city They speak on my name, but that's only assumptions I go by Capalot I used to post up at West off the X, lookin' ugly or somethin' Roll with some real ones, free lil' Jo and Wooski 'Cause, bitch, niggas know how my brothers was comin' Ball like I'm Ed and I'm shootin' like lil' Bid And I'm just gon' do it like Dirk when I'm stuntin' I told my shorties to empty them clips They said, "Big bro, we ain't suit up for nothin'" Shots from this pump, like lil' Ricky, he runnin' Uh, blow this four-oh like a trumpet It ain't no question my lil' bro a dog He gon' leave shit on the floor when he dumpin' Might make the news or somethin' for thinkin' shit sweet Caught a shot to the face, now he skunkin' I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad All you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped

I put my life in a verse so they listen I jumped in head first, I ain't panic Sometimes when I'm geeked, pop a Perky when I'm landing They see all these racks, ain't put in work but wanna spend it Know a boss could take a loss, but I be hating to lose I fall back man, I got 10K in the booth Do this for my lil' son, I'm gone make it for you Like a chef to the table, I be bringing the food Care how far where you are, I'm gone make it to you I told momma dye her hair 'cause no more grey's coming through Never thought I reroute and that's crazy to you 'Cause it was crazy to me how I was crazy for you Now I'm on to better things Pop shit, I'm sizzling Young nigga came from nothing Now I own everything, everything And I'm tryna shop what you got Everything, everything Still be asking God, why? He let it rain everyday I put my life in a verse so they listen I jumped in head first, I ain't panic Sometimes when I'm geeked, pop a Perky when I'm landing They see all these racks, ain't put in work but wanna spend it Know a boss could take a loss, but I be hating to lose I fall back man, I got 10K in the booth Do this for my lil' son, I'm gone make it for you Like a chef to the table, I be bringing the food Yo, Momma, I'm sorry, know you don't like I keep the flair with me Just bear with me, I get caught lacking, ain't no sparing me Hoe can't no wedding ring, ain't no forever we 4-Trey 8, I still be in the hills like it's Beverly You see I'm tryna shine but look it's cloudy 'cause the rain here Got me writing letters to the rain, I'm like rain deer I meant, dear rain, you know what I'm saying, it's the same shit I go away to make the pain clear, done took off in a spaceship I put my life in a verse so they listen I jumped in head first, I ain't panic Sometimes when I'm geeked, pop a Perky when I'm landing They see all these racks, ain't put in work but wanna spend it Know a boss could take a loss, but I be hating to lose I fall back man, I got 10K in the booth Do this for my lil' son, I'm gone make it for you Like a chef to the table, I be bringing the food

Ayy If you ain't got no cake, then that ho ain't gon' listen Everything change when you get some change, Everything go different (I just got That Runtz, Runtz pack got my eyes low) Everything that they say that I can't, did it If you got dawgs in the gate, send it Niggas talkin' 'bout smoke, roll up, hit it My price for a show goin' up, ceiling If you ain't got cake, then she ain't gon' listen When you gettin' change, everything go different Hate bein' down, I couldn't wait to be winnin' I been 'bout my grind, I ain't makin' no limits I don't even wait, I be chasin' the millions (Chasin' the millions) Yeah, please record me, I ain't finished (I ain't finished) Can you record me for a lil' minute? (For a lil' minute) Yeah, if she want Dior, she can get it (Dior, she can get it) Swing sticks in the field, we ain't got no inning (Got no inning) And I'm playin' with these bands and They not gon' finish (Not gon' finish) I don't even plan on catchin' no feelings (Catchin' no feelings) One night, want you just for one If I do somethin' for you, did it just because Breakin' all these bitches' hearts just for fun Yeah, I make this music 'cause this somethin' that I love You ain't heard, that's how these niggas die, be actin' tough I'm the right one for it, everybody know it And gang gon' ride when it go down Tear the streets up, better know lil' Hot Got a stick every time that I ride by Got the grim reaper right here on my side He be ready to put a nigga in the sky I done got right, now you ready to ride I'm keepin' it real, I ain't tellin' you lies I cannot make this up, all this shit been on my mind I gave a lot of that shit up, I put so much on the line And I've been runnin' with the gang, don't care if they wrong or right I gotta keep a poker face, though I won, I still don't smile Everything that they say that I can't, did it If you got dawgs in the gate, send it Niggas talkin' 'bout smoke, roll up, hit it My price for a show goin' up, ceiling If you ain't got cake, then she ain't gon' listen When you gettin' change, everything go different Hate bein' down, I couldn't wait to be winnin' I been 'bout my grind, I ain't makin' no limits I don't even wait, I be chasin' the millions (Chasin' the millions) Yeah, please record me, I ain't finished (I ain't finished) Can you record me for a lil' minute? (For a lil' minute) Yeah, if she want Dior, she can get it (Dior, she can get it) Swing sticks in the field, we ain't got no inning (Got no inning) And I'm playin' with these bands and They not gon' finish (Not gon' finish) I don't even plan on catchin' no feelings (Catchin' no feelings) One night, want you just for one Oh, want you just for one Want you just for one night, ayy, I won't come back High speed on the jakes, get away with quickness Nah, babygirl, I ain't catchin' no sentence Everything that they say that I can't, did it If you got dawgs in the gate, send it Niggas talkin' 'bout smoke, roll up, hit it My price for a show goin' up, ceiling If you ain't got cake, then she ain't gon' listen When you gettin' change, everything go different Hate bein' down, I couldn't wait to be winnin' I been 'bout my grind, I ain't makin' no limits I don't even wait, I be chasin' the millions (Chasin' the millions) Yeah, please record me, I ain't finished (I ain't finished) Can you record me for a lil' minute? (For a lil' minute) Yeah, if she want Dior, she can get it (Dior, she can get it) Swing sticks in the field, we ain't got no inning (Got no inning) And I'm playin' with these bands and They not gon' finish (Not gon' finish) I don't even plan on catchin' no feelings (Catchin' no feelings) One night, want you just for one