G.O.A.T. (feat. ARoc)

Shawty bad, slim, thick

She my drug, she my fix

And I'm all up in her mix

She be mixin' with the wrist

She the plug, she finesse

She the one they call the G.O.A.T.

She don't stress, she don't trip

And she fuck with all my bros

So if I gotta choose someone

Then it must be her she been here since day one

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess we gon' have to go hit London, Paris and Montego Bay

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess she gon' have to scream my name

Now every time that she come to the crib

I'ma break her back like I break that bank

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess, I guess, I guess

It's about time that you get what you need and what you deserve

This love been buzzin' like bees

I'm thinkin' the end, we been through the worst

My sign match your sign

I gotta thank God for the universe

Ain't had a **** like me, this is new to her

Girlfriends like sheesh, what he do to her?

I'm on, yeah, I'm on

Blast that song, can't do wrong

I sure your ass could agree

She my right hand, no pledge of allegiance

G.O.A.T., yeah, she the G.O.A.T.

I brag and I boast

**** from the past wanna take my place

Since they played dumb, I'ma call her bae

So if I gotta choose someone

Then it must be her she been here since day one

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess we gon' have to go hit London, Paris and Montego Bay

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess she gon' have to scream my name

Now every time that she come to the crib

I'ma break her back like I break that bank

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

I guess I'ma have to call her bae

She the G.O.A.T., she the G.O.A.T.

She the G.O.A.T., she the G.O.A.T.

Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gucci on all the time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She the G.O.A.T., she the G.O.A.T.

She the G.O.A.T., she the G.O.A.T.

Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gucci on all the time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Shawty bad, slim, thick

She my drug, she my fix

And I'm all up in her mix

She be mixin' with the wrist

She the plug, she finesse

She the one they call the G.O.A.T.

She don't stress, she don't trip

And fuck with all my bros

It's Eazy