This ain't a joke
[Hook: Tyson Mirahno]
Aye, I’m the G.O.A.T
I ain't even tryna bloat! (No, No)
Fucked your girl and I ain't even leave a note, (aye)
Niggas think it’s funny, I don't think this is a joke (aye)
Try to make a statement, boy you gotta watch your tone
(oouh weeee!) Oh!
Want the smoke, cut your throat
There he goes (oh damn)
Niggas ask me where I’m from, Mexico (Oh damn)
I don't leave my shooters standing all alone, (aye)
If you're riding with me then you gotta keep a code
(tu-tu-tu-tu!)
[Verse 1: Tyson Mirahno]
Aye run up a store and then tell the cashier it's me
I ain't a fuck boy
I just bread chase
Finna grant all my niggas there wish
Got a patek on my wrist
Gotta protect all my kids
You do as you wish
I don't rely on a nigga
I’m capitalizing the time that I put on a beat
I ain't got time to go beef
I just pull up on a whip
And then tell em to leave
Bobby gon roll up the weed
Then he gon give it to Blakah
To pass it to me
You know we gotta proceed
You know we got the whole rap pack on a leash
Keep it a 100 degrees
I don't do maths
But I’m counting my money indeed
Aye, I’m one of a kind
Been with you niggas a couple of times
Right now we bringing it back
I don't pretend
I’m just doing it one at a time
Now give me what’s mine
I’m picking you niggas in bonds
But we never tried it though
Don't get excited though
Try to finnese
This ain't a talent show
I never planned it though, (Nah)
Well, look at how it goes (go)
Fucked up a dynamo
Feel aesthetic though, (grrrrrrr)
Got my pedestal, (woah)
I never let it go, (gone)
Couple bitches in the crib
Gotta set a tone
[Hook: Tyson Mirahno]
Aye, I’m the G.O.A.T
I ain't even tryna bloat! (No, No)
Fucked your girl and I ain't even leave a note, (aye)
Niggas think it’s funny, I don't think this is a joke (aye)
Try to make a statement, boy you gotta watch your tone
(oouh weeee!) Oh!
Want the smoke, cut your throat
There he goes (oh damn)
Niggas ask me where I’m from, Mexico (Oh damn)
I don't leave my shooters standing all alone, (aye)
If you're riding with me then you gotta keep a code
(tu-tu-tu-tu!)
[Verse 2: Tyson Mirahno]
Keep it cool, (agh!)
You know we gotta ball, (ball)
Got my Louis vuittons
I’m icy dripping with the sauce
I’ma dawg
Get up off me
Money do the talkin
I’m not from Compton
Or k.dot finna love
We don't get unlucky
Hop in a benz and call it a day
But you got a lot to say
She likes designers
All in my pants
I’m fuckin her raw today
Keeping it straight
I pray all my niggas
Don't rot in a jail
Now stay in your lane
I ain't got nothing to give to you suckers
So get out the way
(get out the way!)
[2nd Episode ]
[Intro: UNKNOWN]
Uh You’re seventeen
So you’re not even old enough to play the game
You’re boring
You don't sound Nigerian at all
So go fuck yourself
Go fuckin crawl in the dirty
Stank little whole
Where you fuckin come from
[Hook: Tyson Mirahno]
Aye, Aye
I’m the G.O.A.T
I ain't even tryna bloat (oouh weeee!)
Fucked your girl and I ain't even leave a note (yeah-e-yeah)
Niggas think it’s funny, but this ain’t a joke
Try to make a statement, boy you watch your tone
Want the smoke, cut your throat
There he goes (there he goes on me)
Niggas ask me where I’m from, Mexico
I don't leave my shooters standing all alone (aye)
If you're riding with me then you gotta keep a code (yea x6)
[Verse 3: Tyson Mirahno]
Aye, man you gotta keep a code
We gon prosper, We swimming like we in the ocean
No emotions
When I buss it down
You know I don't do no promotions
And i got a lot of homies
Yea they waiting on me
Gotta count up all this money
Getting heavy on me
I’ve been repping for my city
Man you can't ignore me
Fuckin bitches at the top
It's never lonely
Gotta make em know me
Yeah, yeah
(aye) Keeping all my latest
In a suit case
Run up a digit
I’m whipping 11 to 2
Don't care what you say
Absolute!
I’m the baddest dude
You ever knew
Aye, I’m getting faded with niggas
So stop all that talkin
And get on your boujee baby
You know how we do this baby
Just smoking up loud
And get out of town
That's how we’ve been doing it lately
Now it's going down
I’m making a sound
And we got the groovy baby
I’m up in givenchy baby
So you should go easy baby yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook: Tyson Mirahno]
Aye, Aye
I’m the G.O.A.T
I ain't even tryna bloat (oouh weeee!)
Fucked your girl and I ain't even leave a note (yeah-e-yeah)
Niggas think it’s funny, but this ain’t a joke
Try to make a statement, boy you watch your tone
Want the smoke, cut your throat
There he goes (there he goes on me)
Niggas ask me where I’m from, Mexico
I don't leave my shooters standing all alone (aye)
If you're riding with me then you gotta keep a code (yea x6)
