Lyrics to G.O.A.T Flow
Detain the boss, maybe it's ’cause these fits that I'm getting off
Cardo got wings
Okay!
You niggas still lost
Uh
Tryna detain the boss, maybe it's ’cause these fits that I'm getting off
Outfits, murder one, I ain't killin' 'em soft
Big crib, that's a mansion and not a loft
I ain't never falling off, won't take part in that
Some niggas get money, don’t know how to react
Ain’t a million dollars, my name ain't on the contract
She ain’t a boss, you can have her back
I'm where her love's at
Smoking out, playing my favourite songs
Let her hit the weed and she sing along
Pink diamonds, Rolex's telling the time and if I wanna make a movie, she gon’ tag along
I ain't one for posting and bragging
I'm the type to put it in my raps, you find out that most of it happened
You smell the smoke, you know it's the captain
Bring in the bottles, I roll 'em and pass 'em
When I wake up in the morning
I'm rollin' up the weed and I'm thinking 'bout you
And what we gon' do
Yeah
I might take you back to my home
Smoke all them joints and I'm thinkin' 'bout you
And what we gon' do
I got it legalised
And now it's me and my homies when I need to fly
My money a bigger size
And if she ain't coming home tomorrow, I'm the reason why
For my team, down to ride, you see it in my eyes
13s on the side, my trees crystallised
'Bout the life to live, I ain't missing mine
Leave it all for my kid
I can hear 'em hatin' all from the distance
The world's filled with all kinds of paper, I'm tryna get it
Treat her so good, that she think of me when I'm finished
Going so hard that they just wait for the intermission
But I ain't never letting up
Never rushing my moves
I just wait for them to slack off, giving me the perfect opportunity
Then I set 'em up
Chain cold as the weather in December
This that G.O.A.T. flow, I know you'll remember
When I wake up in the morning
I'm rollin' up the weed and I'm thinking 'bout you
And what we gon' do
Yeah
I might take you back to my home
Smoke all them joints and I'm thinkin' 'bout you
And what we gon' do
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tell her what I do
Yeah
I tell her what I do, do
Yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do
Cardo got wings
Okay!
You niggas still lost
Uh
Tryna detain the boss, maybe it's ’cause these fits that I'm getting off
Outfits, murder one, I ain't killin' 'em soft
Big crib, that's a mansion and not a loft
I ain't never falling off, won't take part in that
Some niggas get money, don’t know how to react
Ain’t a million dollars, my name ain't on the contract
She ain’t a boss, you can have her back
I'm where her love's at
Smoking out, playing my favourite songs
Let her hit the weed and she sing along
Pink diamonds, Rolex's telling the time and if I wanna make a movie, she gon’ tag along
I ain't one for posting and bragging
I'm the type to put it in my raps, you find out that most of it happened
You smell the smoke, you know it's the captain
Bring in the bottles, I roll 'em and pass 'em
When I wake up in the morning
I'm rollin' up the weed and I'm thinking 'bout you
And what we gon' do
Yeah
I might take you back to my home
Smoke all them joints and I'm thinkin' 'bout you
And what we gon' do
I got it legalised
And now it's me and my homies when I need to fly
My money a bigger size
And if she ain't coming home tomorrow, I'm the reason why
For my team, down to ride, you see it in my eyes
13s on the side, my trees crystallised
'Bout the life to live, I ain't missing mine
Leave it all for my kid
I can hear 'em hatin' all from the distance
The world's filled with all kinds of paper, I'm tryna get it
Treat her so good, that she think of me when I'm finished
Going so hard that they just wait for the intermission
But I ain't never letting up
Never rushing my moves
I just wait for them to slack off, giving me the perfect opportunity
Then I set 'em up
Chain cold as the weather in December
This that G.O.A.T. flow, I know you'll remember
When I wake up in the morning
I'm rollin' up the weed and I'm thinking 'bout you
And what we gon' do
Yeah
I might take you back to my home
Smoke all them joints and I'm thinkin' 'bout you
And what we gon' do
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tell her what I do
Yeah
I tell her what I do, do
Yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do
