[Chorus]

One, two, three, four giffies outta Speedway

Five, six, seven Scats racing up the freeway

Eight, nine bands off the scams, it was free pape'

Ten fucking hoes on my dick, bitch, I need space

Yeah, boy, you better tuck yo bitch 'fore we three-way her

For that cheddar, throw more holes at him than a cheese grater

You'll never catch my hands out, I don't need favors

Only thing gang know is shoot, he gon' think later

[Verse]

Elevation come from separation, I ain't near these niggas

Painting pictures like I'm van Gogh, don't wanna hear these niggas

Thousand dollar rips, boy, what you know about Amiri denim?

In the hood, hold on, let me clеar my system

In the hood, we spark his ass up, hе think he plugged in

Only got the head up off yo bitch, I only fuck tens

Funny how if you don't reach no cover, you get tucked in

Looking through my database, I think I got enough BINs

When the critics label me the GOAT is when I give it up

Yo nigga window shopping at the set, bitch, he ain't spend a buck

SB, T-double H-L, you ain't kin to us

When I get rich, the next goal gon' be rich as fuck

Ha-ha, yeah, that's not far though

Fuck around and shoot him like I'm Logan, I'll spark bro

Future bright as hell but I always had a dark soul

They just getting hip, I always knew that I was part GOAT

I'm worried 'bout the scoreboard, you looking at the shot clock

All these thirty round ARs, this a chop shop

I could fuck the hoes but the pape' always cock-block

Lil' bro'll lay down in yo bushes, don't get drop shot

Gang jumping out with Gen5s, we let Glocks pop

Posted up on niggas' cross streets, we playing opp watch

If it's up, boy, this shit forever, we do not squash

Turbans on, Drac'd up, he better pray to Allah

Ain't no midget 'round when I say the 45 by me

Road tripping, hitting every store, fucking slide out it

Stepping in this bitch, might fuck around and break the tile out it

Enterprise rental, know I'm getting every mile out it

Ex bitch fucked up thinking that I need hoes

Water, air, and pape', bitch, I really only need those

Whole gang touching dog shit, bitch, we team goals

Fucking off the [?] boy, you cuffing fiend hoes

Looking like a blessing, when she see me, she gon' make a wish

Balling out the gym for every time I couldn't make a swish

Setting plays up for that roll, bro gon' make the pick

Dog hoes, I'll chase my tail 'fore I chase a bitch

[Chorus]

One, two, three, four giffies outta Speedway

Five, six, seven Scats racing up the freeway

Eight, nine bands off the scams, it was free pape'

Ten fucking hoes on my dick, bitch, I need space

Yeah, boy, you better tuck yo bitch 'fore we three-way her

For that cheddar, throw more holes at him than a cheese grater

You'll never catch my hands out, I don't need favors

Only thing gang know is shoot, he gon' think later