Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goat Talk 2, artist - Hotboii.
Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goat Talk 2 |
Lil Capalot, bitch |
Kut Da Fan On |
GOAT talk |
Hotboii, what up? |
Storm the most |
Hurt the most |
(Cook that shit up, Quay) |
Hurt the most |
If I get caught up in the storm, my brain gon' storm the most (Gon' storm the |
most) |
Loyalty betrayed, it’s like that pain that hurt the most (Pain that hurt the |
most) |
Told her I got dope dick and now she want a dose (Now she want a dose) |
She know I’m a animal, she wanna fuck the GOAT, yeah (Wanna fuck the GOAT) |
You don’t know what I been through (You don’t know) |
Say it’s smoke, then be about it, get your issue (Say it’s smoke) |
Attach the scope, so from afar, I still can hit you (Through the scope) |
Put so many money on his top, same price as Christian Loubs |
Red beam so precisive, yeah |
Heat you, no Hibachi, yeah (Heat you, no Hibachi) |
I just copped a.40, I put the red beam on the side of him |
We bring all the noise, I spent some money just to silence him (I spent a check) |
They say if I live by him (If I live) |
One day I’ma die by him |
I’m dying on my own (Yeah) |
So I’m riding on my own (I am) |
Crackers froze my time, eight months my time froze (Ayy) |
I cut my lil' ho off 'cause she ain’t know how to play her role (I cut her off) |
My new ho suck me on the road, I’m speeding down I-4 |
If you riding let me know (Then let me know) |
Get grimey upping poles (We upping poles) |
My lil' YG, he on go, tell him run down, he up the score (He up the score) |
Gotta show me what it is, I keep that iron on me for sure (Keep that iron on me |
for sure) |
See shit for what it is, so don’t be blinding me no more (Don't be blinding me |
no more) |
It took some time, I realized, then opened my eyes (Eye) |
Your shooter blind, open fire, but he closing his eyes (Close his eyes) |
Say life’s a gamble going to trial like rolling the dice (Rolling the dice) |
Say life’s a gamble going to trial like rolling the dice |
If I get caught up in the storm, my brain gon' storm the most |
Loyalty betrayed, it’s like that pain that hurt the most (That hurt) |
Told her I got dope dick and now she want a dose |
She know I’m a animal, she wanna fuck the GOAT, yeah (Wanna fuck the GOAT) |
You don’t know what I been through |
Say it’s smoke then be about it, get your issue (Ayy, get your issue) |
Attach the scope, so from afar, I still can hit you (I still can hit) |
Put so many money on his top same price as Christian Loubs |
I pop out, I put that shit on, know what it make 'em hate |
Can’t be dropping all these hit songs, like fuck it, make 'em wait |
In his city, now his bitch gone, like, «This my bae today» |
Me and my lil' stepper’ll crash out, no talking, take the case, uh |
Still rolling with the same niggas that I started with |
No wonder why they calling me the GOAT, I spit the hardest shit |
Not cocky, I’m confident, my bitch say I’m a narcissist |
.40 shoot, get hot like Devin Booker, ain’t no guarding this |
I finger-fuck my Nina 'til she have a orgasm |
Show no remorse, clap 'em |
We slap them doors, wrap 'em |
Get on the floor, whack 'em |
Better hope the Lord got 'em |
Got plaques all through the crib, shit going gold and more platinum, oh |
You don’t know what I been through |
I’m feeling dangerous, who want smoke? |
'Cause this blick new |
If he run up, might show his ass what this stick do |
We step on shit, now I got blood on my Jimmy Choo |
If I get caught up in the storm, my brain gon' storm the most |
Loyalty betrayed, it’s like that pain that hurt the most |
Told her I got dope dick and now she want a dose |
She know I’m a animal, she wanna fuck the GOAT, yeah |
You don’t know what I been through |
Say it’s smoke then be about it, get your issue |
Attach the scope, so from afar it still can hit you |
Put some money on his top same price as Christin Loubs |