Goated lyrics

[Intro: Babytron]
sh*ttyBoyz!

[Verse 1: Babytron]
F-F-Fit wet as hell, I drip water like Poseidon
Punchin' Doordash, I got Ruth Chris arrivin'
Feelin' too blessed, I made P in Verizon
Just touched down, b*tch, I'm feelin' like a Heisman (Touchdown)
Baby check the rating stats, been maxed out
Dee a bulldozer, he just cleared Saks out (Grr)
Ric Flair cookie, this'll make you tap out
Slam dunk like Stackhouse, I just blew her back out

[Verse 2: StanWill]
When I was down, I had a piece for a puzzle
The way I punch sh*t, you would think I like to tussle
Strong with the hands, bro blowing off your muscle
Look me in my eyes, all you see is the hustle
Good approval, so I signed sh*ttyboyz (sh*ttyboyz)
Liftin' checks on n*ggas, whole lifе ive been unemployed
Had it hard oncе, but now the juggs feel the boy
Brodie punchin' up for some belts like with f*ck with Floyd

[Verse 3: Babytron]
Baby K will fling his ass to the Ozone
Bro slip for the ice, call him Frozone
Pops set them up they sh*t, life goes on
You declined in six stores, dude go home
Bought some new jacks to the city, feel like Nino Brown
Ten bands in two days, this the sh*t I dreamed about
Runnin' up a check, I'm getting sweaty, b*tch I need a towel
Ju put your ass in a suit, like you readin' vowels
[Verse 4: StanWill]
Ain't no I in team but there's an I in I'm the goat
Shots on the gram, I'ma take you as a joke (You a ham)
b*tch on my di*k, is you gon' put it down your throat
If she throw me in the cold, I'm throwin' Moncler on the coat
When its beef, I can't find n*ggas like they Waldo
di*k on the mag and it kick like Ronaldo
Same n*ggas hating be the same ones I ball on
sh*ttyBoyz the gang on me, n*ggas I can fall on

[Verse 5: Babytron]
Prolific score, cause I'm really out here winnin'
Granny pray in church, cause I'm really out here sinnin'
Heavyweight bins, my sh*t really out here hittin'
sh*ttyboyz lieutenant, b*tch, I'm really out here sh*ttin'
That is not thrust if you still rockin rocks
Shooter got range, I'ma call him Rocket Watts
Cuff who? b*tch I'm spinnin' like a bottle top
Saucy ass fit, a lot of drip, and a lot of drop

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Ask what I am, I say ten times ten (A hundred)
Tell me, have you ever made ten off a bin? (Hell nah)
Pray god forgive me, made ten off my sins
Picked up the cards, now its win after win
Call me sensei, I could put you in a dojo
I ain't in the ring, but I punch like I'm Koto
Any smoke, bro fold they tops like a polo
Ain't no runnin' from it cause he shootin' from the logo
sh*ttyBoyz up, yall n*ggas down and out (b*tch we up)
Hoes ain't loyal, hurt my soul findin' out (f*ck that b*tch)
Sick that I'm winnin', n*ggas wanna fight me now (You a ham)
Punched a lil' piece, that boy think he Tyson now (f*ckin' dummy)