3 Headed Goat (Explicit)

3 Headed Goat (Explicit) - Lil Durk/Lil Baby/Polo G

Lyrics by：Durk Banks/Rahshan Kyles/Kenneth Gilmore/Dominique Jones/Taurus Tremani Bartlett

Composed by：Durk Banks/Rahshan Kyles/Kenneth Gilmore/Dominique Jones/Taurus Tremani Bartlett

Lil Baby：

These ain't no Guess jeans

I dropped out of school I'm still good at math

But n***a 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

Lil Durk：

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***a who say he got rich off the d**e

But I know he be actin' a lot

I know some n***as who said that they took down the city

But n***as be lackin' a lot

Yeah

That s**t was awful n***a 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***a they made you admit

Your name was found you put in that work

They took your stick you a b***h

F**k my opps they be on my d**k they all be mad we rich

Turn up

Lil Baby：

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***as lyin' like I'm stealin' swag but it's my s**t like I wrote it

Polo G：

These rappers really nice as hell

I'm a different n***a 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 havin' 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' me

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***h ridin' on top me

Lotta people done said I wouldn't be s**t

Well I guess they owe me an apology

Lil Baby：

These ain't no Guess jeans

I dropped out of school I'm still good at math

But n***a 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