Goal Post Lyrics
Goal Post Song Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
I throw back two of them thangs and a four of Tris and get in that mode (I'm rejuvenated)
I ain't never gon' change on my ratchet shit, I love them stupid hoes (West Memphis)
Just because yo' partna told, don't try to move the goal post (Haha)
You might get you a buzz if you try to steal BD flow (Sho' is)
I ain't gotta buy no fuckin' jewelry, I'm still gon' get her out her clothes (Shit easy)
Nisha Thomas ain't have no ass in school, now she done glowed (Dropout)
You ever seen a dead body sittin' in yo' living room, mind yo' business, just walk past it (I was baffled)
Next morning, had to go to school, brush it off my shoulders, act normal like nothing happΠ΅ned (Confusion)
I took my lick on the chin, ain't complain one timΠ΅ 'cause I was born a savage
His tolerance small as fuck, it take a line a half to get him high, that's why we can't manage you (You a rookie)
I done called the blitz off, spared 'em, told gang it's a no go (He paid me)
I'm tryna get invited to the million dollar mission, 'til then, I'm hustlin' more (Brick by brick)
I live what I rap about, I'm survivin' off 'bows and shows (Nah for real)
Fell out with bro before he died, ain't show up at the funeral, send my condolences (Still love you though)
If I ain't in the lab, I'm in the brib doin' homework on this music (Reach one, teach one)
This nigga clip been full for two years, why the fuck you still ain't use it? (Somebody buck him)
Nigga, I'm from the mud, I'm forever grateful, I recorded my tape in the sewers (From the slums)
I bet he won't come through the hood playin' no more, I felt sorry for that lil Buick (Damn)
Was buyin' G6's in 2016
You let your nigga die, you ain't slide, you gay
I'm in a million dollar meeting off a bean
They say the A for the West, bro got killers in the A (Hold on)
Pop shit (Hold on), to the grave (Ha)
Need a tractor to pick up my safe (Count shit)
Made a famous bitch come give me face (Lick it)
I piped up, give a fuck, wreck the Wraith (Hoo)
My cars, crib, it's nice (What else?)
My bitch, aggressive, she bite (Boo boo)
Fuck hoes, get fresh for life (That's us)
My balls, they big, what size? (I bust)
For no nigga, I ain't wreckin' my ride (Skrt)
Goin' all way to the top reckless drivin' (Vroom)
Makin' hits, but I ain't even gotta drop 'em (CEO)
But if my artist keep droppin', I'm poppin' (Hoo)
I throw back two of them thangs and a four of Tris and get in that mode (I'm rejuvenated)
I ain't never gon' change on my ratchet shit, I love them stupid hoes (West Memphis)
Just because yo' partna told, don't try to move the goal post (Haha)
You might get you a buzz if you try to steal BD flow (Sho' is)
I ain't gotta buy no fuckin' jewelry, I'm still gon' get her out her clothes (Shit easy)
Nisha Thomas ain't have no ass in school, now she done glowed (Dropout)
You ever seen a dead body sittin' in yo' living room, mind yo' business, just walk past it (I was baffled)
Next morning, had to go to school, brush it off my shoulders, act normal like nothing happened (Confusion)
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