Female Goat (Remix) lyrics

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

[Verse 1: Lakeyah]
Ayy, they're like, "Lakeyah, why they sleeping on you so hard?"
Don't-don't give a f*ck, I'm 'bout to jump back in my Goyard
That's that b*tch 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 b*tches 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 (b*tch)
I got these hoes real pressed and I ain't doin' sh*t
And n*ggas lyin' on they di*k, they ain't screwin' sh*t
Who said who the biggеr G.O.A.T.? That's some bullsh*t
Somebody put the hammеr to her head, br-bring that toolkit
I'ma-I'ma keep it real, n*ggas 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 b*tch di*k bigger than yours and it's from Tool Shed
These n*ggas cappin' in they raps, they ain't pop sh*t
He popped a Perc but that n*gga still go soft quick
And they ain't never see me fight but I talk sh*t
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
f*ck it, no more pretty sh*t, I ain't playin' 'round
b*tch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm the dog, I'm the man now
I call these broke-ass n*ggas unstable creatures
And if he eatin' pus*y, he an ass eater
My n*ggas don't give a f*ck who you with neither
Beat yo' b*tch ass out the joggers and her wife beater
My n*gga sent me that beat so I had to do it
And-and I be sh*ttin' 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, b*tch
[Verse 2: JT]
You ain't f*ckin' with my clique (At all)
All we gotta do is post a pic, it make him sick (Yeah)
Any n*gga I f*ck with, he know he gotta spend (Cash)
Any b*tch I hang 'round, you know that b*tch a ten (Bad)
Got him off a Perc (Yeah), took him out his shirt (Yeah)
n*ggas act like b*tches so we put 'em all in a skirt (Hm)
n*gga think he on that, he gon' end up on a shirt (Bye)
Made him eat my pus*y then I put it in a verse
b*tches 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 b*tches' n*ggas sinnin'
Time to school these b*tches, where they hall pass? (Yeah)
I don't want your n*gga, get your dawg back (Bye)
If he don't get this pus*y then that dawg mad (Ayy)
Bad b*tches only where my dawgs at (Woo)

[Verse 3: Yung Miami]
If a n*gga double-take, then his money, I'ma take
pus*y tight, thighs thick, slurp up on it like a shake
b*tches hard on the 'net but in person, they gon' break
Baby Glock in my bag, but my n*gga brought the Drac'
I'ma work him for that bag
Got him braggin' that I came when that sh*t was really fake
T-bone that n*gga, eat his meat like a steak
Slide on that b*tch, beat his sister with a rake
Been won the race, tired of b*tches '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
b*tch, it's Miami, I'ma always make it shake (Ho)
b*tches think they slime then we both gon' be snakes
I'ma f*ck someone n*gga, someone heart that's gon' break
Back that sh*t up with my ass in his face (Back it up)
Stack that sh*t up, need some M's for my safe (Period)