Goat-Lamb

Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T. But he drive a Lamb I grow hay, artichoke All across my land Bitch I'm gardening I wear cardigans Cuz this flow so cold Like some Rhoto's Burn my eyes or ojos You know what I'm sayin' The heat that I'm sprayin' Is raising relations With solar radiation And all of our nations The ozone is gone Cuz of all my dictation Mixtape circulation Here's a demonstration Skipper's ticker is going hard enough Pop off like a molotov Fire burning all through the house Bitch, stop, drop, get down Hear the sound of my mixtape Burning up all your possessions You follow my pages You know what I'm saying I'm calling that shit an obsession I'm not an Usher But I hear you crushin' And you won't admit in confessions Soon I'll be charging for features My pockets get fat in the future I'll call them hoes Bessy Or maybe I'll call them hoes Olga See back in the day I'd drop shit on the gram and the tube And they still didn't know us Before we was big money folders Before the days I'd go to Nordstrom Then hit up the club and I'm looking all glowed up Labels they hit up my line and they lie They just trying to control us Try to control us Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T. But he drive a Lamb I grow hay, artichoke All across my land Bitch I'm gardening I wear cardigans Cuz this flow so cold Like some Rhoto's Burn my eyes or ojos You know what I'm sayin' You know what I'm sayin' You don't Shit more complex than a damn game of thrones I'm a bigger figure Than the Little Finger And I found out that Varys don't know I'll blow my nose, pass me an issue (What just happened?) Pass me a tissue Don't need a napkin I'm SoFLo Baggins Might leave my land, understand that I'll miss you If I'm gon' miss you I'll kiss you I never wan' give you no issues You get all the diamonds you wanted to flaunt And I'll turn your whole neck to an igloo Girl you can be like the arctic But still not as cold as my heart is I'll need some protection when laying the wood Hit up Lowe's and go pick up some varnish Yeah Young Skipper is a G.O.A.T. But he drive a Lamb I grow hay, artichoke All across my land Bitch I'm gardening I wear cardigans Cuz this flow so cold Like some Rhoto's Burn my eyes or ojos You know what I'm sayin'