Correction Lyrics GOAT FREESTYLE by Eli Fross

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Woah, woah, woah
Hah
(Great John on the beat, by the way, brrt, bah, bah, bah)

This b*t*h wild on my d**k, she too freaky, huh
In her ribs, I'm too deep
When we spin on our opps, got two V's, huh (Two V's)
Or we walkin' 'em two deep (Huh, huh)
If that b*t*h got the kick, I need a piece, huh (I need it)
I be wylin' in her cheeks
Know they see me in the hood, I'm a OG, huh
I get respect if you know me
And I know that you see I'm gettin' bigger (Gettin' bigger)
I start gettin' moody off the liquor (I get moody)
Like the artist I am, I paint the picture (Huh)
Me and the foreign money thicker
And you know I'm a star, could call me Dipper (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, you know I'm a star, could call me Dipper (Boom, yeah, yeah, Fross, b*t*h)
N***as know me and Fross back on the sh*t, huh (Ha)
Ridin' 'round with a grip
You could get shot, lil' boy, dismissed, huh (Huh)
Got me back on my sh*t (Doot, doot)
Met a lil' bad b*t*h, b*t*h look thick, huh (She bad)
Pop a Perc' when I hit
And she can have it, she the sh*t, huh (Uh)
When they see her, they p*ssed
I been just livin' my life, been doin' my thing
Nobody can't tell me sh*t (Nothin')
Please don't call my line, don't hit my phone
If you ain't talkin' 'bout them bricks (Don't call)
You can't spin my block, can't spin my sign
'Cause I will dump out that clip
Told that b*t*h, "Hold on, don't take off clothes
I only need them lips"
You bringin' out all the savagery (Boom)
Bodies droppin', soldiers pa**in' me (Grrah)
Blunts are rollin', gas surroundin' me
While freaky b*t*hes booty bounce on me (Boom, boom, boom)
You say you love me, why you cappin' me? (Huh)
We could f**k, just don't attach to me
Only f**kin' baddies on the scene
All them other b*t*hes wack to me
Like, b*t*h, I'm a G.O.A.T., uh
G-O-A-T, y'all already muhf**kin' know, uh
Eli F-R-O-S-S is a god (Grrt, bah), nobody can clone, uh
Hol' on, uh, huh
Hol' on, uh, huh
Hol' on, uh, look, uh (Look), huh

No chill, n***as ain't been up in no field
Shoot like I'm Kobe, no O'Neal
That mean you catchin' bullets like Odell Beckham, uh
Ain't no Nike, I check 'em, uh
Tell my dawgy, "Go get 'em," uh
Water park how I wet 'em
Like a hunnid K in these denims
They like, "Cuz Crip, how you read 'em?"
Watch the blood drip when we catch 'em
We don't send texts, bring the TECs in
Need a hunnid bottles in my section
Send threats? You better flex then
'Cause this chopper answer all my questions (Questions), uh, yeah
We ain't f**kin', she could gimme neck then, uh, yeah
Think she mad I left her for her best friend, uh, huh, yeah
He the G.O.A.T., you could never touch him, uh, huh, yeah

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