[Intro]
Ayy

[Verse 1]
N***as talking 'bout they tape and I ain't fucking with it
Overhyping raps to fit in when they never did it
I'm tired of ho's, man, on the real, it's like I'm ducking bitches
Get to posting crazy on they page like they wasn't fucking with me
I'm talking spicy on this bitch like I was water-whipping
They done let the wrong n***a start cooking when I reach the kitchen
Ayy, top three, not two, but if I'm two, I'm the one from the Pistons
Put double C up on my bitch 'cause she like how it's fitting
They told me turn it up (Turn it up)
Ayy Velly, turn it up (Turn me up)
Well, I'ma turn 'em up (Yeah)
I'm like a hothead with this shit, they say I'm burning up
"Velly, why you spaz out like this?" 'Cause I ain't did enough
"Velly, why you talking all that shit?" These n***as think they tough
Wolfing on the net tryna play pussy, that's what get 'em fucked
Keep it a stack, I did a lot for you n***as, now they been switching up
I sat and watched these n***as talk about people and now they been cliquing up

[Break]
Like n***a, what?
I don't— I don't really get these n***as, bruh
They so weird to me
Like, I don't know, I ain't never gon' get the gist of that shit
But yeah, like one more
[Verse 2]
I'ma need it for the one time
I really be in shit with double sticks like it was Drumline
I keep a cannon, come with four more nicks up on the frontline
I'm not throwing ducks, can't treat me like Bo Nix when it hit crunch time
I told you n***as I'm gon' eat, bitch, I was not lying
Go listen to the Cortex again to get that punchline
My bully activated, taking plates, I probably on nine
It's a lot of n***as thinking they up because of cosigns
Ayy, Frenchie, turn me up
Stoney, turn me up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn it up
Don't play your song in front of me 'cause I done heard enough
Don't want a feat', they not that cool with me, y'all n***as turning dust
.45 like a surgeon, pimple popping, Velly get 'em bust
These labels virgin with a bag but I'm the type to make 'em give it up
I'm really wilding out, been killing shit, tuck corners, come and pick it up
Kind of thinking, "Fuck the world" with a rubber 'cause I ain't slipping up
It's 'Goat