[Intro: Iffy Foreign]
Graah, graah (Taha, get Shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man)
Why he talking shit? His mans is in my spliff
Graah, the fuck? (That's what I'm talkin' about, that's why he's the MVP. That's why he's the G.O.A.T, the G.O.A.T)
Graah

[Verse 1: Iffy Foreign]
Tired of n***as thinking I'm an actor, like
I'm 'bout to show you a factor (24 is the G.O.A.T)
Brodie buggin', screamin' like a raptor
Like, he might die if he thinkin' I'm a lacker
.40 stick, brodie totin' on a ladder
Tried to layup, but he threw backwards
Thottie, I got to fuck her and pass her
Never bluff, I'm totin' on a blaster
Bullets gon' stick to that n***a like plaster
Wait, yo bro, why he testin' my body?
Next n***a move wrong, call up Haster
Like, bitch bummy, know I had to trash her
Like, I be buggin' off 30s and 60s
Throw it, I'mma throw back like a frisbee
Oh he dissin? Like, why would you diss me
Back up, let me hit 'em wit' a 6 piece

[Chorus: Iffy Foreign]
OYK, I'm aiming where his ribs be
Rock 'em, bullets really make him jiggy
Wash 'em, throw that n***a in a dryer
Like, red tips gon' put 'em in a fryer
And for Tdott, I'm knockin' his crown off
Backdoor, he thought he was 'bout to have more
Die Y, Yus always on dick, like
If I see him, on brodie, I'm cuttin' [?]
[Verse 2: Iffy Foreign]
How you line me? I stay wit' a knocka
Do 'em like Ricky, I ain't talkin' Blockwork
How you lackin' for thotties in lobbies?
Bullets gon' hit 'em, now he thinking promptly
Can't go out like—, no way
Damn, Noah got stomped in his face
Like, EK was hoppin' over gates
Dudey a bitch, they was eatin' his plate
Like, on bro, that could never be me, like
Die if a pussy lil n***a appease
Don't freeze up, n***a, when you see me
Talkin' all this shit, you talkin' on the TV
Jah Woo, shoot that n***a through the Cleezy
KR a demon, uppin' out the Subaru
Like, you a bum bitch, why would I touch you
Like, I don't even wanna fuck you

[Verse 3: Kyle Richh]
Like, if he jackin' the Gz, better duck too
Beam on a gun, it ain't nowhere to run to
B-Bullets is punchin' like kung-fu
I'm on his block tryna see what this gun do
N***as dissin' but nobody bendin'
Like, why is my name in your mentions?
Up chop if he jackin' [?] stackin
See Waters, on bro I'mma clap 'em
4s in the spot it get hot
Like, bro peeped it's a G in the corner
Call me Kyle 'cause I 'oot it like Korver
Bitch, fuck it, we uppin' the score
H-He got shot but he askin' for more
We got us low, got to kickin' his door
Graah, Trey got the gun, it's a homi
Like, like damn, Notti Bop on his body
B-Big G, move cocky, sorry
Like, off a bean, I move too oppy
Can't see when I sip wocky
(I'm in the party like, "Who gonna rob me?")
[Chorus: Iffy Foreign]
OYK, I'm aiming where his ribs be
Rock 'em, bullets really make him jiggy
Wash 'em, throw that n***a in a dryer
Like, red tips gon' put 'em in a fryer
And for Tdott, I'm knockin' his crown off
Backdoor, he thought he was 'bout to have more
Die Y, Yus always on dick, like
If I see him, on brodie, I'm cuttin' [?]