Lyrics Wonder GOAT - Mik

Wonder GOAT

I flow nice on the beat, what’s next, though?
Let’s go, £5 munch with the Tesco
RIP to the real MCs like Esco
Ain’t many left though
Too much gas for the petrol
Who’s that ting with the red hair?
Mental
Let me go gentle
Gold in my mouth, three bills for the dental
'08, I was in a TT rental
Pull up, go and ask darkskin dental
Pull up, now I’m in central, pull up
Came with the pencil, pull up
Sting, nettle, rose bezel
Hair cut, one level
Air Force, hot kettle
Gun slap, nice metal
Big M, pull up, man, I’m the GOAT
Yeah, easy
Got patterns for days, easy
Come through looking like Kim K, Yeezy
Man, I’m so flee, I’m fleezy
Man, I’m the goat, I’m gleezy
Man, I put steeze in steezy
Man, I’m the farrda
All these kids wanna please me
Likkle setback with a few pagans
But it’s all good, it’s all TG
Gyal in my DM screaming «breed me»
Ain’t gonna bait the ting, just leave me
End of the year, I’m leaving the game
I’ll dun the ting, I’m General Levy
Money upfront when they see me
Gotta kill me, wanna beef me
Wanna beef me, gotta kill me
Wait in line with the CV
Might holla back next Wednesday, trill
Yeah, let me say a lot
Don’t really talk but I’m saying lots
In the kitchen there with the hottest pot
Blowing up the spot, show me what you’ve got
I’ve got Air Force Ones, yeah, lots and lots
I’ve got bars and flows, yeah, lots and lots
I’ve got E-liquid, yeah, lots and lots
Tweet your girl, get lots and lots
This and that, that and this
Take the risk, take the piss
Take the M, take the I, take the mick
Take the 4, take the 5, take your pick
Steady aim, don’t miss
If you do, headtop, you’ll miss
Bare flies, I’m the shit
Nuttin' but criminals in my clique
I’m the GOAT
I do this when I want, I’m an arsehole
Heard your wifey’s got a wide arsehole
Not my fault, first class like parcel
Come to the top of the hill, my castle
Skin colour black like charcoal
Netflix, chill, how about Narcos?
Nah, bro
Got a wide four, I’m just like Suavo
Control the like Marco
Van Baston, heard he got clapped in Clapton
Chain got popped, chain reaction
Two fourths on your head, call that a fraction
No brain so I call that subtraction
Or maybe not, might lick a shot
Like back when I used to run the block
30p for a single in the shop
Anyway, too much, let me hit the spot