Tucker ft. Lil Perm - Goats (Outro) Lyrics

We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace
We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace
Keep two Glocks
West side like I’m Tupac ballin like a overseas nigga call me Zubac
Hell nah I ain’t gon stop yet, treat that boy like a project, ima cut em up like a shoe box
Drop top cus the coupe hot
Every week popout wit a new thot
Brand new J’s got em laced with the crew socks
Wit my niggas and they higher then a roofop
Wit my niggas they puffin up clouds if Im pullin up bitch they pullin up too
This ain’t a concert but they rolling loud they pull out the henny you know how we do
Pull out bottles and we lit lit, on my HaHa Davis got them niggas sayin boi that’s a sip sip
I get the money I get big shit
Buy a boat got them hoes like boi that’s a ship ship
I just swipe like a visa
Bitch I’m ballin like Trevor Ariza
He run up then he turn to a creature
I fuck her once then I gotta delete her
Fuck her once then she outta my phone
Hit these hoes then I’m sending em home
And ya bitch gimme dome, dome
Shoutout to Ant and Caputo in Boca Raton
We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace
We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace
Nigga when I rap Ima kill it
Got yo bitch wet, finna spill it
Got yo bitch wet, finna hit it
Boutta run these bands to the ceiling
Know I stay hot like a skillet
Walk up in the store tell em bill it
Turn a young nigga to a villain
Ima take her home if she willin
Niggas say, “aye man, say man, lemme get a plate man” Na nigga I ain’t really feel it
Go to the store and I get me a golden Patek no
Now that’s a big flex
I go spit some game to a shawty up on the top deck
I think that she Czech
Please do not call me unless you is giving them checks
Or giving some neck
I stay out the way with that hoe because she is a mess
And I don’t like to stress
Please stop that nigga cuz he do not know me
You need a plug? I call my nigga Colby
She only come through when she wanna blow me
You need a hitter? Then y’all should’ve told me
Push start the engine the whip
Yuh
You know I got ya lil bitch
Yuh
She finna suck on the dick
And after that we finna take us some pics
We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace
We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace

We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace
We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace
Keep two Glocks
West side like I’m Tupac ballin like a overseas nigga call me Zubac
Hell nah I ain’t gon stop yet, treat that boy like a project, ima cut em up like a shoe box
Drop top cus the coupe hot
Every week popout wit a new thot
Brand new J’s got em laced with the crew socks
Wit my niggas and they higher then a roofop
Wit my niggas they puffin up clouds if Im pullin up bitch they pullin up too
This ain’t a concert but they rolling loud they pull out the henny you know how we do
Pull out bottles and we lit lit, on my HaHa Davis got them niggas sayin boi that’s a sip sip
I get the money I get big shit
Buy a boat got them hoes like boi that’s a ship ship
I just swipe like a visa
Bitch I’m ballin like Trevor Ariza
He run up then he turn to a creature
I fuck her once then I gotta delete her
Fuck her once then she outta my phone
Hit these hoes then I’m sending em home
And ya bitch gimme dome, dome
Shoutout to Ant and Caputo in Boca Raton
We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace
We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace
Nigga when I rap Ima kill it
Got yo bitch wet, finna spill it
Got yo bitch wet, finna hit it
Boutta run these bands to the ceiling
Know I stay hot like a skillet
Walk up in the store tell em bill it
Turn a young nigga to a villain
Ima take her home if she willin
Niggas say, “aye man, say man, lemme get a plate man” Na nigga I ain’t really feel it
Go to the store and I get me a golden Patek no
Now that’s a big flex
I go spit some game to a shawty up on the top deck
I think that she Czech
Please do not call me unless you is giving them checks
Or giving some neck
I stay out the way with that hoe because she is a mess
And I don’t like to stress
Please stop that nigga cuz he do not know me
You need a plug? I call my nigga Colby
She only come through when she wanna blow me
You need a hitter? Then y’all should’ve told me
Push start the engine the whip
Yuh
You know I got ya lil bitch
Yuh
She finna suck on the dick
And after that we finna take us some pics
We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace
We some goats
Bitch we keep a toast
Aim it at ya throat, shoot from close
Me and tuck on go and we gon let em go
We some greats
Bitch we pull up laced
Aim em at ya face, catch a case
We go through ya state but we don’t leave a trace