A Goat Speaking

(album: City On My Back - 2020)

(Marc Boomin, this you?)
It's Rio
Da Young OG, nigga, you know what the fuck going on
Free Big Ghetto, Boyz in this bitch
Yeah

Testers, bitch, I really made a killing off it
Still hustling, bitch, I'm tryna make a million off it
Whoever thought I could talk my shit and make a living off it?
Hold on, I think this chicken talking
I'm a motherfucking OG
Nigga, shut the fuck up when a G.O.A.T. speak
Tryna whip a brick, but it won't jump 'cause the coke weak
Tryna find some drank, who got the sauce? I need a four piece
Bitch, I ain't talking chicken nuggets
Record labels scared to sign me 'cause I'm a pistol tucker
Talking 'bout a hundred thou', what, you sniffing somethin'?
Bitch, I got a lean habit, I'ma need a bigger budget
Made her suck dick for two hours 'cause her menstrual coming
I'll stand tall and bust my Glock, I ain't into running
Shoot a nigga quick, fuck fighting, I ain't into tussling
Dick a bitch down for three hours, I ain't finna hump you
AR clip shaped like a square, but full of round bullets
Tryna sell this zip of Taye Diggs, who need some brown sugar?
Sell dope, rap, and scam, I'm an all-around hustler
I'll shoot for IUR, but I ain't Richtown Butter
Who got some glass drank?
Cup dirty, when I hit the bitch, I make the mad face
Bitch sent a paragraph, I just sent a sad face
I was still a cocky shit talker before I had pape'
Ayy, I need a CORE water
Plugged in, I just bought a pint for forty-four dollars
I ain't talking liquor, boy, this shit gon' make me snore harder
Hard-headed, tried to stuff a five in a four bottle
That shit didn't work
I don't like to beat my bitch up, but I be hitting work
I served you, you got my sloppy seconds, 'cause I hit it first
Drunk my whole pop without stopping, and I didn't burp
'Cause I'm a lean junkie
Wash my hands 'fore I count the pape', now it's clean money
I need all blues, I don't even want no green money
Told my bitch be patient and she did, she got a ring coming
It's time to get married
Tried to kill an opp, he cheated death, he just Ric Flair-ed me
Dumb and Dumber, Michael Jeff Daniels and I'm Jim Carrey
Popped a Perc' and hit a cougar, I re-popped the bitch cherry
This shit too crazy
Bought a bean 'cause I drink lean, boy, I be too lazy
High as hell, nodding off and shooting, I don't do chasing
Drink my red straight, fuck a pop, I don't do chasers
This shit getting to me
Say the pussy good, yeah, alright, bitch, give it to me
Nigga small as fuck, I'm big dawg, you a midget to me
Shot so many rounds out the K, I got the trigger rusty