Lil Durk - 3 Headed Goat

[Intro] (Aviator) [Chorus: Lil Baby] These ain't no Guess jeans I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math, but, nigga, don't test me I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried 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 it pop, I'm goin' retarded He say I'm hard 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 If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm workin' the red key [Verse 1: 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 nigga who say he got rich off the dope, but I know he be actin' a lot I know some niggas who said that they took down the city, but niggas be lackin' a lot Yeah That shit was awful, nigga had that dog food That 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 nigga, they made you admit Your name was found, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich (Turn up) [Verse 2: Lil Baby] Only twenty-five, livin' like a boss, ridin' 'round with a chauffeur I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin' over my shoulder Niggas lyin' like I'm stealin' swag, boy, that's my shit like I wrote it [Verse 3: Polo G] Uh These rappers really nice as hell I'm a different nigga 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' Fentanyl Zombieland, junkies havin' withdrawals I been gettin' to it, lotta missed calls Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking 'bout? I should slap you for sayin' he hot as me I don't know who could fuck 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 bitch ridin' on top of me Lot of people done said I wouldn't be shit Well, I guess they owe me an apology [Chorus: Lil Baby] These ain't no Guess jeans I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math, but, nigga, don't test me I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried 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 it pop, I'm goin' retarded He say I'm hard 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 If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm workin' the red key