Lil Durk feat. Lil Baby & Polo G – 3 Headed Goat Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics 3 Headed Goat – Lil Durk feat. Lil Baby & Polo G

These ain’t no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I’m still good at math
But, n**ga, don’t test me
I play to the left, they went to the right
They try to finesse me

Still riding ’round with that blicky
I hope they don’t catch me
Police had raided our spot
So we went to the next street
Play like I’m dumb, as soon as he pop
I’m goin’ retarded

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He say I’m hot and he say I’m garbage
I’m rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter
And we on them jet skis
Then we in Atlanta, I’m runnin’ the cat
And workin’ the red key

I cannot mention my homies inside of my song
‘Cause I know they be trappin’ a lot
I can’t keep takin’ these pills, when I’m in the trenches
They say I be cappin’ a lot
I know a n**ga who say he got rich off the dope
But I know he be actin’ a lot
I know some n**gas who said that they took down the city
But n**gas be lackin’ a lot

Yeah, that s**t was awful, n**ga had that dog food
The day they shot you, I slid on a Mongoose
You cannot come back around me
You turned your back on me, I cannot forget
The police was lyin’, they say that they caught you
But n**ga, they made you admit
Your name was found, you put in that work
They took your stick, you a b**ch
F**k my opps, they be on my d**k
They all be mad, we rich
Turn up..

Only twenty-five, livin’ like a boss
Riding ’round with a chauffeur
I don’t sell drugs, still be paranoid
Keep lookin’ over my shoulder
N**gas lyin’ like I’m stealin’ swag
But it’s my s**t like I wrote it

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Uh, these rappers really nice as hell
I’m a different n**ga when I’m pissed off
Man, he say he gon’ press up on who
I’ma get the steel like I’m Chris Paul
Back to back suburbans, I’m a big dawg
I was in the slums servin’ Fentanyls
I be laying junkies haνin’ withdrawals
I been gettin’ to it, lotta missed calls

Turn it off, what the f**k is he talking ’bout
I should slap you for sayin’ he hot as me
I don’t know who could f**k with me honestly
They know I’m the man so they watchin’
Different color bands like Monopoly
Man, he must not be usin’ his head
If he thinkin’ I don’t keep a Glock with me
That’s like suicide if you play with us
Got a better chance at the lottery

Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep
Make the crowd dance, choreography
Once I got a plan, ain’t no stoppin’ me
Three-car garage, million-dollar crib
With a foreign b**ch ridin’ on top me
Lotta people done said I wouldn’t be s**t
Well, I guess they owe me an apology

These ain’t no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I’m still good at math
But, n**ga, don’t test me
I play to the left, they went to the right
They try to finesse me

Still riding ’round with that blicky
I hope they don’t catch me
Police had raided our spot
So we went to the next street
Play like I’m dumb, as soon as he pop
I’m goin’ retarded

He say I’m hot and he say I’m garbage
I’m rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter
And we on them jet skis
Then we in Atlanta, I’m runnin’ the cat
And workin’ the red key…

➤ Written by Polo G, Aviator Keyz, Lil Baby, Cicero & Lil Durk
Produced by Cicero & Aviator Keyz
Lil Durk | Polo G | Lil Baby | 2020

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