3 Headed Goat

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Intro 1]
[Em][C]
[Em][C]

[Chorus 1]
These ain't no [Em]Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math
but nigga don't [Am]test me
I played to the left, they went to the [Bm]right,
they tried to fi[Em]nesse me
Still riding around with that blicky,
I hope they don't [Am]catch me
Police had [Bm]raided our spot,
so we went to the [Em]next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop,
I'm going re[Am]tarded He say I'm hard,
and [Bm]he say I'm garbage, I'm rich reg[Em]ardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter
and we on them [Am]jet skis If we in Atlanta,
I'm [Bm]runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the

[Verse 1]
[Em](red key) I cannot mention my homies
inside of my songs
'cause I know they be trappin' a lot
[C]I can't keep taking these pills,
when I'm in the trenches,
they say I be cappin' a lot
[Em]I know a nigga who say
he got rich off the dope,
but I know he be actin' a lot
[Am]I know some niggas who say
that they took down the city
but [Bm]niggas be lackin' a lot
[Em]Yeah, that shit was awful,
nigga had that [Am]dog food
That day they shot [Bm]you,
I slid on the Mongoose
[Em]You cannot come back around me,
you turned your back on me I cannot forget
[C]The police was lying,
they said that they caught you,
but nigga they made you admit
[Em]Your name was fine, you put in that work,
they took your stick, you a bitch
[C]Fuck my opps, they be on my dick,

[Verse 2]
they all be mad we rich
[Em](turn up) Only twenty-five, living like a boss,
ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid,
keep lookin' over my [C]shoulder
Niggas lying like I'm stealing swag,
but it's my shit like I wrote it
These [Em]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 Sub[C]urbans, I'm a big dog
I was in the slums serving fentanyl
Zombie land, junkies having withdrawals
I been gettin' to a lot of missed calls
Turn it off, what the [Em]fuck is he talking about
I should slap him for saying he hot as me
I don't know who could [C]fuck with me,
honestly
And they know I'm the man
so they watching me
Different color [Em]bands like Monopoly
Man, they must not be using his head
If he thinking I [C]don't keep a Glock on me
That's like suicide if you play with us,
got a better [Em]chance at the lottery
Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep
Make the crowd [Am]dance, choreography
Once I got a plan, ain't no [Bm]stopping me
Three car [Em]garage, million dollar crib with
a foreign bitch riding on top me
A lot of people done [Am]said I won't be shit,
well I guess they owe me a[Bm]pology

[Chorus 2]
These ain't no [Em]Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math
but nigga don't [Am]test me
I played to the left, they went to the [Bm]right,
they tried to fi[Em]nesse me
Still riding around with that blicky,
I hope they don't re[Am]catch me
Police had [Bm]raided our spot
so we went to the [Em]next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop,
I'm going re[Am]tarded
He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage,
I'm rich re[Em]gardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter
and we on them [Am]jet skis If we in Atlanta,
I'm [Bm]runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the

[Outro 1]
[Em](red [Am]key)[Bm]
[Em][C][Em]
[Fade out]