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(This is Jay Johnson production)
I'm the GOAT, I'll put it on ten Bibles
Ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz

Put yo b*t*h in a spin cycle
I'm the GOAT, I'll put it on ten Bibles
Ain't no punches through this b*t*h, doing ten t**les
Walked in the store with one slide and got ten items

Scam Wiz, I don't think I need college
Stan balling, throw a triple-team on him
Flex like the Hulk, I ain't never read comics
F**ked up the web off the punches, feel like Green Goblin

Ayy, b*t*h hit my phone for the BNB
Broke a whole four Mastercard, call me "Master P"
Work week, hit it for the ten, not thе f**king three
F**k school, dark web taught me how to write and rеad, n***a

Taught my rat how to punch, she ain't Master Splinter
She ain't have her eyebrows done so I had to spin her
Paid two hunnid on what I had for dinner
Double G's on the slide so you know I tagged the slippers
Aquaman drip, I just got wet
Karate Kid, punching kicks off of StockX
Feel like we play in MyPark, how we got next
Made ten at the crack of dawn, I ain't got dressed

They knowing I'ma do a n***a foul, how I got TECs
Walk around like we verified, how we got checks
Told her we gon' bust her sh*t again, she ain't block yet
Cutter still hitting [?] yet

Feel like One-Punch Man when I'm on the web
Sh*ttyBoyz on top, yeah, we too ahead
Chopstick put you in a suit like a newlywed
Reaching over here? Ain't no thoughts going through his head

On the road high as hell like a monster truck
Ball too hard, Kawhi Leonard couldn't lock us up
Pop him dead in his sh*t if I pop the trunk
Throw 'bows like Dwayne Johnson, no, you can't rock with us

Rock with us? How you gon' do it? Ain't no stocks with us
Glocks be tucked, come get yo b*t*h, she got overf**ked
Load the car or yo b*t*h-a** gon' load the truck
You n***as suck, free five star, n***a, every lunch, ayy
Throw a punch at you? Dawg, I ain't Triple G
Swing the K on it, turn yo block to the Middle East
Tron know they can't stop me with no triple-team
He was talking spicy, now his house where the missiles be

Foreign sneaks like I'm Messi, f**k the World Cup
Lord Beerus with this punch, f**k the world up
Crank the meter to the max, I'ma turn up
Ball like I'm Harden, got the sauce, watch me stir up

Ayy, she gon' f**k the kid for a new wig
I just hopped up off the plane and bought the whole kit
B*t*h, you can't hang with us, you ain't know sh*t
Ayy, feeling like Sub-Zero with the cold kicks, n***a

I ain't walk through a gallery, these the Margielas
My b*t*h was tripping with the drip 'fore she know Ella
You can't ball on my team, should've knew better
Summertime, still paying five for a new sweater

Broke? You got the opps mixed up with me
Feel like Criss Angel, got some sh*t up my sleeve
Scammed the hoop coach and got kicked off the team
F**k college, boy, I been had the sh*t talk degree

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