"GOAT FREESTYLE" lyrics

[Eli Fross:]
Woah, woah, woah
Hah
(Great John on the beat, by the way, brrt, bah, bah, bah)

This bitch wild on my dick, she too freaky, huh
In her ribs, I'm too deep
When we spin on our opps, got two V's, huh (Two V's)
Or we walkin' 'em two deep (Huh, huh)
If that bitch got the kick, I need a piece, huh (I need it)
I be wylin' in her cheeks
Know they see me in the hood, I'm a OG, huh
I get respect if you know me
And I know that you see I'm gettin' bigger (Gettin' bigger)
I start gettin' moody off the liquor (I get moody)
Like the artist I am, I paint the picture (Huh)
Me and the foreign money thicker
And you know I'm a star, could call me Dipper (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, you know I'm a star, could call me Dipper (Boom, yeah, yeah, Fross, bitch)
Niggas know me and Fross back on the shit, huh (Ha)
Ridin' 'round with a grip
You could get shot, lil' boy, dismissed, huh (Huh)
Got me back on my shit (Doot, doot)
Met a lil' bad bitch, bitch look thick, huh (She bad)
Pop a Perc' when I hit
And she can have it, she the shit, huh (Uh)
When they see her, they pissed
I been just livin' my life, been doin' my thing
Nobody can't tell me shit (Nothin')
Please don't call my line, don't hit my phone
If you ain't talkin' 'bout them bricks (Don't call)
You can't spin my block, can't spin my sign
'Cause I will dump out that clip
Told that bitch, "Hold on, don't take off clothes
I only need them lips"
You bringin' out all the savagery (Boom)
Bodies droppin', soldiers passin' me (Grrah)
Blunts are rollin', gas surroundin' me
While freaky bitches booty bounce on me (Boom, boom, boom)
You say you love me, why you cappin' me? (Huh)
We could fuck, just don't attach to me
Only fuckin' baddies on the scene
All them other bitches wack to me
Like, bitch, I'm a G.O.A.T., uh
G-O-A-T, y'all already muhfuckin' know, uh
Eli F-R-O-S-S is a God (Grrt, bah), nobody can clone, uh

[Sleepy Hallow:]
Hol' on, uh, huh
Hol' on, uh, huh
Hol' on, uh, look, uh (Look), huh

No chill, niggas ain't been up in no field
Shoot like I'm Kobe, no O'Neal
That mean you catchin' bullets like Odell Beckham, uh
Ain't no Nike, I check 'em, uh
Tell my dawgy, "Go get 'em," uh
Water park how I wet 'em
Like a hunnid K in these denims
They like, "Cause Crip, how you read 'em?"
Watch the blood drip when we catch 'em
We don't send texts, bring the TECs in
Need a hunnid bottles in my section
Send threats? You better flex then
'Cause this chopper answer all my questions (Questions), uh, yeah
We ain't fuckin', she could gimme neck then, uh, yeah
Think she mad I left her for her best friend, uh, huh, yeah
He the G.O.A.T., you could never touch him, uh, huh, yeah