3 Headed Goat Lyrics – Lil Durk ft. Lil Baby & Polo G

[Intro]
Aviator!

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school
I'm still good at math
But,  n!gga,  don't test me
I played to the left
They went to the right
They tried to finesse me
Still riding 'round with that bl!cky
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 going 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 running the 'Cat
And I'm working the red key

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I cannot mention my homies inside of my song
'cause I know they be trapping a lot
I can't keep taking these pills
When I'm in the trenches
They say I be capping a lot
I know a n!gga who say he got rich off the dope
But I know he be acting a lot
I know some n!ggas who said that
They took down the city
But n!ggas be lacking a lot
Yeah
That sh!t was awful, n!gga 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 lying, they say that they caught you
But n!gga, they made you admit
Your name was found, you put in that work
They took your stick, you a b!tch
F**k my opps, they be on my d!ck
They all be mad we rich (Turn up)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Only twenty-five, living like a boss
Riding 'round with a chauffeur
I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid
Keep looking over my shoulder
N!ggas lying like I'm stealing swag
Boy, that's my sh!t like I wrote it

[Verse 3: Polo G]
Uh
These rappers really nice as hell
I'm a different n!gga when I'm p!ssed off
Man, he say he gone 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 serving Fentanyl
Zombieland, junkies having withdrawals
I been getting to it, lotta missed calls
Turn it off, what the f**k is he talking 'bout?
I should slap you for saying he hot as me
I don't know who could f**k with me honestly
They know I'm the man, so they watching me
Different color bands like Monopoly
Man, he must not be using his head
If he thinking 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 stopping me
Three-car garage, million-dollar crib
With a foreign b!tch riding on top of me
Lot of people done said I wouldn't be sh!t
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, n!gga, don't test me
I played to the left
They went to the right
They tried to finesse me
Still riding 'round with that bl!cky
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 going 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 running the 'Cat
And I'm working the red key