[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)

[Verse 1: Lakeyah]
Ayy, they're like, "Lakeyah, why they sleeping on you so hard?"
Don't-don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to jump back in my Goyard
That's that bitch that keep pullin' out them foreign cars
Put it in reverse to give your broke ass that jump start
I hit my dance on these bitches like I'm Skuba Sada
Drip on me heavy, got these bum hoes scuba divin'
I know they hate to see I'm really cold, I'm goin' viral
Yeah, I been fly since fifteen without a co-pilot (Bitch)
I got these hoes real pressed and I ain't doin' shit
And n***as lyin' on they dick, they ain't screwin' shit
Who said who the biggеr G.O.A.T.? That's some bullshit
Somebody put the hammеr to her head, br-bring that toolkit
I'ma-I'ma keep it real, n***as ain't got no chance
Bring that-bring that cheese, for a feature, I need ten bands
I'm on they ass 'til it ain't one, just all legs
My bitch dick bigger than yours and it's from Tool Shed
These n***as cappin' in they raps, they ain't pop shit
He popped a Perc but that n***a still go soft quick
And they ain't never see me fight but I talk shit
Put them dogs on you, pull up on you, get ya top ripped (Ayy)
And plus my numbers goin' up, she a fan now
And if it's smoke then it's up, you get fanned down
Fuck it, no more pretty shit, I ain't playin' 'round
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm the dog, I'm the man now
I call these broke-ass n***as unstable creatures
And if he eatin' pussy, he an ass eater
My n***as don't give a fuck who you with neither
Beat yo' bitch ass out the joggers and her wife beater
My n***a sent me that beat so I had to do it
And-and I be shittin' on these hoes, I need more Louis
You bum broke-ass hoes still goin' through it
I should give these hoes a one-on-one, I go too stupid, bitch
[Verse 2: JT]
You ain't fuckin' with my clique (At all)
All we gotta do is post a pic, it make him sick (Yeah)
Any n***a I fuck with, he know he gotta spend (Cash)
Any bitch I hang 'round, you know that bitch a ten (Bad)
Got him off a Perc (Yeah), took him out his shirt (Yeah)
N***as act like bitches so we put 'em all in a skirt (Hm)
N***a think he on that, he gon' end up on a shirt (Bye)
Made him eat my pussy then I put it in a verse
Bitches mad 'cause I'm winnin' (Ha)
If it's new then I'm in it
Hoes stay in my business (Huh?)
I'm on demon time, got you bitches' n***as sinnin'
Time to school these bitches, where they hall pass? (Yeah)
I don't want your n***a, get your dawg back (Bye)
If he don't get this pussy then that dawg mad (Ayy)
Bad bitches only where my dawgs at (Woo)

[Verse 3: Yung Miami]
If a n***a double-take, then his money, I'ma take
Pussy tight, thighs thick, slurp up on it like a shake
Bitches hard on the 'net but in person, they gon' break
Baby Glock in my bag, but my n***a brought the Drac'
I'ma work him for that bag
Got him braggin' that I came when that shit was really fake
T-bone that n***a, eat his meat like a steak
Slide on that bitch, beat his sister with a rake
Been won the race, tired of bitches 'cause they fake
Sing my songs in the club, sing my songs in my face
I don't move with no mace, tryna put her in a brace
Bitch, it's Miami, I'ma always make it shake (Ho)
Bitches think they slime then we both gon' be snakes
I'ma fuck someone n***a, someone heart that's gon' break
Back that shit up with my ass in his face (Back it up)
Stack that shit up, need some M's for my safe (Period)