[Intro]
I ain't gotta tell these lil' bitches I'm the G.O.A.T. (Bitch)
I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm the G.O.A.T. (Bitch)
I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm the G.O.A.T
Yeah
I ain't gotta tell these lil' bitches I'm the G.O.A.T
I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm the G.O.A.T

[Verse]
I ain't want a job, couple times, took the fast route (Fast route)
Couple bitches mad now (Yeah, they mad)
I chase Patrón with some water, I don't pass out (I don't pass out)
Check the cameras 'fore I back out
Bitches hella fine, but they always need a handout (They always need a handout)
Sittin' pretty, but I stand out (Bitch)
I don't need shit from a n***a 'less his pants down
If I don't want it, then he better pull some bands out
Used to ho the son, but I probably want his dad now (Haha)
And I'll get these bitches dragged out (I'll get these bitches dragged out)
Got 'em speakin' on my past now (Got 'em speakin' on my past now)
Guess they know I'm on they ass now
Used to have a wave, now it's over, bitches trash now (Ah)
Ain't no way they comin' back now (Ain't no way they comin' back)
Hop on my Live, bitches checkin' for my background (Checkin' for my back')
Your n***a gone, so be quiet 'fore I brag now
Used to be skinny, bitch, I'm lit and got an ass now (Got an ass now)
I might really get a tat now
N***a was the man, so it's fuck him, he a rat now (He a rat now)
And got the nerve to wanna rap now (Fuckin' lil' bitch)
I don't listen when they cap out
Used to say whatever, now I'm grown, so it's facts now
Pussy got a grip, when he in it, I don't tap out (Ah)
I'ma fuck him 'til he pass out (I'ma fuck him 'til he pass out)
Had to learn the game, can't no n***a say I nag now
Used to be a tomboy, I'm just bad now
Shit, I'm grown, so this pussy sound like mac now
Used to stop, but now I like it when I gag now
You ain't really in no gang, put that flag down
Put that dilly-ass chain in the trash now
Bitch, this really ain't no game, come and act out
I show my ass more than Kash Doll, they don't wanna scrap now
Fuck a job, couple times, took the fast route (Took the fast route)
Bitch, I really put my soul on these tracks now (Yeah, I do)
Shout out Gary, got me really in my bag now (Ah)
And I went to Hutch, so they mad now (Hahaha)
Messy hoes thought I really put my last down (Thought I really put my last down)
I'ma shoot it out with hoes 'fore I back down (Grrah)
I'ma bully all them hoes 'cause I'm back now (Woo)
Bitches know I got it sold like it's crack now
You ain't really in no gang, put that flag down
Put that dilly-ass chain in the trash now
Bitch, you ain't really in no gang, put that flag down
Put that dilly-ass chain in the trash now, bitch
[Outro]
I ain't gotta tell these lil' bitches I'm the G.O.A.T., bitch
I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm the G.O.A.T., bitch
I ain't gotta tell these bitches I'm the G.O.A.T., bitch
(I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm the G.O.A.T.)
You ain't really in no gang, put that flag down
That dilly-ass chain in the trash now (I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm the G.O.A.T.)
You ain't really in no gang, put that flag down
Put that dilly-ass chain in the trash now, bitch (I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm the G.O.A.T.)
Dilly-ass chain
(I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm the G.O.A.T.)
(I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm the G.O.A.T.)