Yung Reece
Goat
[Intro]
Yo, ain’t this that shit that go like
They listen to Reece and they saying I’m thrilling? Ha!
Imma get the bag I ain’t kidding
Tell me where he at imma get him
Steady with the racks boy I’m winning
Better run your racks motherfucker imma get it, like

[Chorus]
Skrt round thru the city
Bad hoes really with me
Ride around with the top down
I’m the top dawg in the city
Youe bitch really sinning
Lifestyle really wicked
Pipe down for the night owl and I’m right now, boy I’m with it, like

[Verse 1]
Fuck your money, fuck your power, I’m the goat I came through with the crazy flows
Fucked your honey, fucked your life up, matter fact, there ain’t really no comparing hoe
I got crazy hoes
Ride With the K made them think I’m dope
Vibe with his bae made him hate I wrote
A lil song about the bitch and I made some dough
And he hate it bro
Fuck around wit him
Boy I’m really top 1 in the motherfucking city
Fuck it, I’m top one in the south side with it
Fuck that, imma be the top one ever living no cap
I pull up I’m fucking the bitch from the back
I got me these hundreds I’m running em back
Was struggling now I found a way to get to the racks
Wassup with it, imma take ya bae up into the back
Saw me with his bitch, I gave him heart attack
I’m going up, had to change the game wit the rap
Im flowing bro, you could not compare to the cat That came out of Brazil where the baddest hoes at
When I make me a mill I could never go back
Wanna try the boy? He gon end up with a toe tag
I ain’t playing boy, tell me where fucking smoke at
Hit his bitch on a Thursday, damn she throwback
I got me these bitches I ride and I’m wit it
Ferrari, the mase, the Porsche, im whippin
A body, the beat and the pussy I’m killing
They listen to reece they sayin I’m thrilling, ha!
Imma get the bag I ain’t kidding
Tell me where he at imma get him
Steady with the racks boy I’m winning
Better run your racks motherfucker imma get it, like
[Chorus]
Skrt ‘round the city
Bad hoes really wit me

[Verse 2]
Yeah I got mad hoes wanna tryna get it, be patient
Got bars on me boy they fuck with the cadence
Woah woah figured out the matrix
Your hoe love it imma take it
Now they fucking that I’m the greatest
But I been onto that
Them boys talkin he really a copycat
Wanna jack on my flow? Boy I saw the track
That you stole but that’s dope boy, it get me in motion
And now I just wanna go murder some more shit
Boy I be flowin on it like the ocean
Chanel around me I ain’t talking Frank
I brought another bag up to the bank
Like watch how I run up numbers like a fake, like
No bags and where is your bitch at?
So sad how the trash can make a quick rack
Go back to the days, I made some quick raps
Now they know my name and fuck with my tracks
His shit is so sick and fucking distinct
I’m different lil bitch, I drip like a sink
And just like your bitch when she be with Reece
Dogging all these hoes and I got no leash
Thought I fucking told them imma run me up a million
Imma get a bag
They just wanna talk bout the Brazilian
Get a hundred racks
Watch at how I stack to the ceiling
I arrive wit the hoes yeah I go wit the bitches
Fire what I wrote, I’mma light up swisha
Vibe with your hoe, gimme dome and I’m dipping
I am a goat boy I wrote a lil different, I rapped some bars now I’ll make me a living, like
[Outro]
Fuck your money, fuck your power, I’m the goat I came through with the crazy flows
Fucked your honey, fucked your life up, matter fact, there ain’t really no comparing hoe
I got crazy hoes
Ride With the K made them think I’m dope
Vibe with his bae made him hate I wrote
A lil song about the bitch and I made some dough
And he hate it bro