G.O.A.T. by Lil Temp Lyrics
Yuh
Aye
Aye
(Lil Temp, Lil Temp)
I am the G.O.A.T. just like Tom Brady
I am a rapper but i’m not Slim Shady
When I rap fast, bitch I go crazy
Hop in a foreign or in the Mercedes
Oooh, My bars are hotter than Satan
Snapping my fingers and all y’all fadin’
I am the best its proven and rated
But half of you motherfuckers always hating
I am the God, i’m always creating
My tracks are so good that haters be saving
Money and ice is what i’ve been craving
The Gucci on my hips so strong that it caves in
That’s not all folks I got plenty more
Just hop in the Lambo or the 4 by 4
I got more juice, copped it from the store
I shoot at your body and aim for the core
Nah i don’t like fakes cause they hoes
Back to back and they still want more
Your bitch want my dick and that is fo sho
I’m the fastest rapper alive and Eminem is slow
Lil Temp from the north state MN
Got more gas than 7-Eleven
Lil Temp is a God straight from the heavens
I’m the best in the rap game, yea i said it
Nike is what I rep, checks all the time
Fire comes out of my mouth when I rhyme
I don’t got wings but i’m still supa fly
All of this ice on my wrist makes you cry
You know I got bars, that is a fact
Hittin these balls out the park with a bat
Your “stack” is not real, it’s always flat
I make everything rhyme, im the Cat in the Hat
Geez Lil Temp just took off
I don’t choke my name isn’t Jared Goff
Drake flipped the switch on I turn it back off
I’m sick on the mic and it’s making me cough
Call me a fire cause I bring the heat a lot
I got the robbers and you better watch your fucking lock
I got the Louie on my feet and it matches my socks
Your bitch wanna get on her knees and suck my (beep)
Just like TV, it’s advertised
There is no such thing as rolling the dice
My wrist got a bust down but it’s also got ice
Your girl got some white stuff, that shit isn’t lice
Cookin up whippin up that’s how I roll
I’m running for prez im winning the poll
I don’t get creases but y’all bitches fold
Just like my wrist, my bars so fucking cold
I am the G.O.A.T. just like Tom Brady
I am a rapper but i’m not Slim Shady
When I rap fast, bitch I go crazy
Hop in a foreign or in the Mercedes
Oooh, My bars are hotter than Satan
Snapping my fingers and all y’all fadin’
I am the best its proven and rated
But half of you motherfuckers always hating
Aye
Aye
(Lil Temp, Lil Temp)
I am the G.O.A.T. just like Tom Brady
I am a rapper but i’m not Slim Shady
When I rap fast, bitch I go crazy
Hop in a foreign or in the Mercedes
Oooh, My bars are hotter than Satan
Snapping my fingers and all y’all fadin’
I am the best its proven and rated
But half of you motherfuckers always hating
I am the God, i’m always creating
My tracks are so good that haters be saving
Money and ice is what i’ve been craving
The Gucci on my hips so strong that it caves in
That’s not all folks I got plenty more
Just hop in the Lambo or the 4 by 4
I got more juice, copped it from the store
I shoot at your body and aim for the core
Nah i don’t like fakes cause they hoes
Back to back and they still want more
Your bitch want my dick and that is fo sho
I’m the fastest rapper alive and Eminem is slow
Lil Temp from the north state MN
Got more gas than 7-Eleven
Lil Temp is a God straight from the heavens
I’m the best in the rap game, yea i said it
Nike is what I rep, checks all the time
Fire comes out of my mouth when I rhyme
I don’t got wings but i’m still supa fly
All of this ice on my wrist makes you cry
You know I got bars, that is a fact
Hittin these balls out the park with a bat
Your “stack” is not real, it’s always flat
I make everything rhyme, im the Cat in the Hat
Geez Lil Temp just took off
I don’t choke my name isn’t Jared Goff
Drake flipped the switch on I turn it back off
I’m sick on the mic and it’s making me cough
Call me a fire cause I bring the heat a lot
I got the robbers and you better watch your fucking lock
I got the Louie on my feet and it matches my socks
Your bitch wanna get on her knees and suck my (beep)
Just like TV, it’s advertised
There is no such thing as rolling the dice
My wrist got a bust down but it’s also got ice
Your girl got some white stuff, that shit isn’t lice
Cookin up whippin up that’s how I roll
I’m running for prez im winning the poll
I don’t get creases but y’all bitches fold
Just like my wrist, my bars so fucking cold
I am the G.O.A.T. just like Tom Brady
I am a rapper but i’m not Slim Shady
When I rap fast, bitch I go crazy
Hop in a foreign or in the Mercedes
Oooh, My bars are hotter than Satan
Snapping my fingers and all y’all fadin’
I am the best its proven and rated
But half of you motherfuckers always hating