Goat Icewear Vezzo (Ft. Trippie Redd)

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(You're a genius, June)
Okay (Oh, wow)
Big 14, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Icewear Vezzo]
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T.
Hop out the Lam', then I hop in a Ghost (In a Ghost)
I'm posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go (Let it go)
I'm right at granny's, I whip on the stove (Stove)
I put my heart and my soul in the fork (In the bowl)
I keep a fully, no semi-auto
I got them bands, them bands overload
I keep that water, that shit overflow
If you want beef, then that shit on the floor
If they want heat, then that shit on the floor
If they want beef, then that shit on the floor (Drank God)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I was made for this shit
Parked big Wraith in the 6
Got ice? Then we takin' his shit
Pour an eight in a Twist
I get so high off the mud for no reason, I be wastin' this shit
Niggas hate that we lit
I don't do favors and shit
Want mine? Gotta pay for this shit
Got a K with big clip
Catch a nigga out, we'll spray his whole ride like I'm paintin' and shit
Mix the Louis with the Fendi (Yeah)
I was in Louis with blicky (Yeah)
Got fifty racks in my Dicky (Yeah)
Get a nigga whacked for some Trishy (Trishy)
Stacked up a ticket (What?)
Yeah, I got packs for the fifty
Caught a case for the stick
Got lil' gang in this bitch (Lil' gang)
Play roles, we'll staple your shit
Never hated on shit
Real street nigga, yeah, my name hold weight, they be fakin' this shit, ugh