[Intro: Key Glock & E.S.G.]
(Ramy on the beat) (Oh, oh, uh, Ross)
Gotta do, What I gotta do
Glizock
Gotta–
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Bow, bow, bow
Yeah
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Him
Gotta—
Huh, huh, huh
Gotta do, what I gotta do
The GOAT
[Chorus]
Stacking this shit 'til it rot (Rot)
I fell in love with the guap (Guap)
She fell in love with my rocks (Rocks)
New plain jane watch, butterscotch (Butterscotch)
These niggas act real, but they not (Not)
These bitches act real, but they not (Not)
Ran it up to the tippity top (Top)
I'll give you a tip if you give me the drop (Bow, bow, bow)
[Verse 1: Key Glock & E.S.G.]
Sippin' wock, I don't go to the bar (Bar)
Keep it quiet, You fucking a star (Star)
Tell lil' bro but that boy in a 'gar
TRX, hit the gas, hear it roar
I got rich off dropping these bars (These bars)
I got rich off dropping these hits (Hits)
Sippin' red, got a cup full of Mars (Mars)
Can't trust myself, why trust a bitch? (Huh)
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Hey, that shit do don't make no sense (Uh uh)
Gotta—
My name in they mouth like mints (Uh uh)
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Cutthroat, fuck whoever against (Yep)
Keep that tool, not talking wrench
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Penny cabbage, my pockets fat
Gotta—
Please dont make Nina attack
Gotta do, what I gotta do
I think me and money attached (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Stacking this shit 'til it rot (Rot)
I fell in love with the guap (Guap)
She fell in love with my rocks (Rocks)
New plain jane watch, butterscotch (Butterscotch)
These niggas act real, but they not (Not)
These bitches act real, but they not (Not)
Ran it up to the tippity top (Phew, phew) (Top)
I'll give you a tip if you give me the drop (Yeah) (Bow)
[Verse 2: Key Glock & E.S.G.]
On the low, these niggas some cops (Cops)
Reach for a chain, get your brain swapped (Swapped)
Bitch, I'm the GOAT, but I hang with some sharks (Sharks)
Is that a watch on your wrist or a car?
Is that a chain on your neck or a truck?
Money calling right now, call my bluff
I'ma go get the money no matter what (Hey)
I told them I'ma be rich as fuck one day
Gotta do, what I gotta do
I jumped off the porch and took the Paper Route, one way (One way)
Gotta—
Gotta do, what I gotta do
I be fresh as fuck 24/7, Easter Sunday (Hey)
Gotta do, what I gotta do
She know I'm a Don, I might name my son Dontae (Yeah)
Gotta do, what I gotta do
The flyest, highest, smoothest, coolest nigga, she likes my feng shui (Yeah)
I can show you how to turn a little 'to a lot (Glizock)
I can show how to turn you driveway to a lot (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, I can show how to turn a Benz to a watch (Watch this)
Nigga, it ain't hard to see that I be
[Chorus]
Stacking this shit 'til it rot (Rot) (Yeah)
I fell in love with the guap (Guap)
She fell in love with my rocks (Rocks)
New plain jane watch, butterscotch (Butterscotch) (Yeah)
These niggas act real, but they not (They not)
These bitches act real, but they not (They not)
Ran it up to the tippity top (Top)
I'll give you a tip if you give me the drop (Phew, phew) (Bow) (Drop)
[Outro: Key Glock & E.S.G.]
'Texas (Yeah)
(Swanging and banging) (Huh)
And what about, down in Dallas
(Swanging and banging)
Swanging and banging
I can't forget, San Anton' (Bow, bow, fah)
(Swanging and banging)
Yeah, we got it going on (Going on)
(Swanging and banging)
And all the players in Atlanta
(Swanging and banging)
My young fools, from Louisiana
(Swanging and banging)
Them G's, way up in Memphis (South Memphis Finest)
(Swanging and banging)
I can't forget about Chi (Swanging and banging)
And all my boys, in Det—
Yeah
5L
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
