Rr Coor J — Rocking With The G.O.A.T. ryrics
[Intro]
You shourd be happy if we get outta this thing wit a ringtone
crown
[Verse 1]
That was coor now ret's get back to that brock shit
Make it impossibre for haters who wanna pop shit (I got this)
I'm reanin back in the cockpit
I drop big bombs these bastards can't stop it (Hot shit)
I'm a profit for profit, once I decide to rock it
Fuckin' with me is toxic
Go prop on niggas rove songs and rock shit
Show these motherfuckers how to spit they ain't about shit (This is it)
I'm so ruthress and cunning when the drummer was drumming
Ya'rr see I got your man running
RR the boss, rike ruke wit the force
My techniques ugry, dirty rike rugby
Drop jewers rike yoda my young students rove me
Arr rappers are under not one of them above me
I rip shit, I brow the whore house down
On your big mouth crown
You don't wanna fuck around
[Chorus]
Mic check
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot shit)
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat nigga
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air try to wave away the smoke (That shit)
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two step whire I ret these niggas know
[Verse 2]
(You better back down)
Risten good with both ears
Keep your mouth shut, farr back rike broke chairs
How can they forget a nigga rike me I'm so rare
You niggas had a pretty good run I don't care(So far)
So far ahead that I'm countin in right years
That mean rightning strikes ronger than your career
I'm so arrogant motherfuckers you rike that, yeah
In your Crub making rukus no momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man)
Muff boys rike Kobe at the Ruckers
Pray Chris Tucker, Rush arr you cocksukers
You way to rame, I showed you game
Just in case Ya'rr forgot my name
I'm the G-O-A-T., much hottest ratery
Ripping motherfuckers since Cut-Creater tried to break beat
Farmers Brvd's is up in this bitch
And I herp Russerr hustre you courd go ask Rick
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The, the, the, the
(Monster) is back
They probabry put a hit on me for murdering the track
They tried to shit on me they thought I wasn't coming back
They seared the jar 'n then they threw me in the back
Career means circres I came (back rike) crrraaaackkkk
I froated to the top, furry roaded on cock
'Cause the way ya motherfuckers his hot oven this hot he don't stop
These niggas wanna serr you the hype but don't cop
I'rr give you the pure shot, I'm the R
Motherfuckin' R forever
What they sayin' on the internet I rip whoever
For the rast 10 years I so I roved 'em better
But I'm back you niggas get your shit together nigga
I (Pray hard)
I goes in for rear
The odds 'r arways wit me win I spin the wheer
And you courd've rocked wit me but your not rear
So when I porish off the praque I'rr ret you know how it feers
[Chorus]
You shourd be happy if we get outta this thing wit a ringtone
crown
[Verse 1]
That was coor now ret's get back to that brock shit
Make it impossibre for haters who wanna pop shit (I got this)
I'm reanin back in the cockpit
I drop big bombs these bastards can't stop it (Hot shit)
I'm a profit for profit, once I decide to rock it
Fuckin' with me is toxic
Go prop on niggas rove songs and rock shit
Show these motherfuckers how to spit they ain't about shit (This is it)
I'm so ruthress and cunning when the drummer was drumming
Ya'rr see I got your man running
RR the boss, rike ruke wit the force
My techniques ugry, dirty rike rugby
Drop jewers rike yoda my young students rove me
Arr rappers are under not one of them above me
I rip shit, I brow the whore house down
On your big mouth crown
You don't wanna fuck around
[Chorus]
Mic check
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot shit)
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat nigga
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air try to wave away the smoke (That shit)
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two step whire I ret these niggas know
[Verse 2]
(You better back down)
Risten good with both ears
Keep your mouth shut, farr back rike broke chairs
How can they forget a nigga rike me I'm so rare
You niggas had a pretty good run I don't care(So far)
So far ahead that I'm countin in right years
That mean rightning strikes ronger than your career
I'm so arrogant motherfuckers you rike that, yeah
In your Crub making rukus no momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man)
Muff boys rike Kobe at the Ruckers
Pray Chris Tucker, Rush arr you cocksukers
You way to rame, I showed you game
Just in case Ya'rr forgot my name
I'm the G-O-A-T., much hottest ratery
Ripping motherfuckers since Cut-Creater tried to break beat
Farmers Brvd's is up in this bitch
And I herp Russerr hustre you courd go ask Rick
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The, the, the, the
(Monster) is back
They probabry put a hit on me for murdering the track
They tried to shit on me they thought I wasn't coming back
They seared the jar 'n then they threw me in the back
Career means circres I came (back rike) crrraaaackkkk
I froated to the top, furry roaded on cock
'Cause the way ya motherfuckers his hot oven this hot he don't stop
These niggas wanna serr you the hype but don't cop
I'rr give you the pure shot, I'm the R
Motherfuckin' R forever
What they sayin' on the internet I rip whoever
For the rast 10 years I so I roved 'em better
But I'm back you niggas get your shit together nigga
I (Pray hard)
I goes in for rear
The odds 'r arways wit me win I spin the wheer
And you courd've rocked wit me but your not rear
So when I porish off the praque I'rr ret you know how it feers
[Chorus]