Cmon (Goatmix) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy

[Verse]
Come on, lil' n*gga, I'm ready, I'm ready
The headshot is free, turned his brain to spaghetti
Think my choppa Spanish, I named it machete
Bullets like tequila, burn chest to the belly
"Who the f*ck this n*gga that's walking on beats?"
I don't think they know him, they call him by Velly
"Why that n*gga self-proclaiming as a G.O.A.T.?"
Who the f*ck are you to ever try to tell me?
I was calm, but it's time to get hype in this b*tch
How the f*ck you gon' step with no pipe on your hip?
n*gga texting my phone, talking 'bout we gon' hit
It's a chance that you fight for your life in this b*tch
He a pack, burn him up like I'm lighting a spliff
I'm Liu Kang, how I'm testing my might with the hits
Ol' puppy ass boy, n*gga claim he a dog
He ain't biting at none, he just barking at sh*t
Oh, they ringing the bell for that man?
I'm a hot boy, for real, need to cut on the fan
We got money galore, this sh*t more than a brand
I'm the biggest MG, gotta stick to the plan
n*gga talk like he 'bout it, can't come in that land
n*gga came with a gang, made him die with his clan
Red dot a white tee like the flag of Japan
G19 with a drum, rocking out like a band
I'm a problem, you gon' need a genius to solve it
For the green I get greedy, turn into the goblin
It's a shame n*ggas think I ain't been at the bottom
My name hold too much weight, better get you a spotter
Got my foot on the gas, I been going full throttle
You thirsty for b*tches? Go quench it with water
I'd be happy to say that I'm sonning these n*ggas
They acting like me, I'm so proud to be father
n*gga obnoxious, thinking he with that
Promise to God that you don't want to go there
That boy, he sweet, break him down like a KitKat
Swear that he hard, but inside, there's a ho there
You better off tryna quit on that rap sh*t
You dropped a mixtape, it ain't go nowhere
You tried to sniff out the smoke, you inhaled in your trunk
Had no business for sticking your nose there (Ol' stupid ass b*tch)
Pitch a .556, he caught it in his mitt
I'm the man in control, I'm feeling like I'm Vince
How you beat down the block? You n*ggas never spinned
Why you claiming a body that you never did?
And he cap 'bout the racks, n*gga struck on the loan
PPP on that ass, now you can't pay the rent
You gon' learn about watching my pockets, lil' b*tch
Me and you not the same 'cause I walk with a limp