[Intro]

(Ayy, J.K)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

[Verse]

Jack Man, I can’t wait till the 11 drop

Made twenty in New York, feel like Kevin Knox

Dick sucking but you broke, boy, you better stop

And if the credit DC, I bet the debit pop

Bitch, I’m really in my bag

Got the secret recipe, I feel like Mr. Krabs

Throw a bullet at yo ass, tryna throw a jab

Bitch, I crack cards, you won't catch me in no lab

Feeling like I was born to jugg

Made four and then I made two, feel like Dugg

I'm the socket now, I used to look for the plug

Bitch talking us but I ain't got no love

Sleaze ball, I'm a cheater and a liar now

Asking how to swipe? Better go ask FireFox (Dummy)

Only time I'm not out of town is if my tire pop

Good .40 stick, it’ll fuck up the entire block

Bitch balling, she could've went to UConn

One of a kind, bitch, it ain’t two Trons (It ain’t)

Paid full price for the kicks, fuck a coupon

Choosing off the fit but this some lil' shit I threw on

G-O-A-T, yes, bitch, that’s me, that's probably why they hate me

Looking at the fit, you can tell I'm AP

But we know yo shit declined so don't try to play me

Coach Tron calling plays, I’m not Popovich

The sliders ain’t up, really I just got a gift

Jammed three times, grabbed the bag then I gotta dip

Dunking with this .9, on some Andre Iguodala shit

Won't catch me out, I make money while I’m chilling

Aiming for the stars, bitch, I been past the ceiling

Just made a play today, you wouldn't know the feeling

Powered up like Marvel but I'm jugging like a villain

You worried 'bout the strike, you ain't thinking bout the spare

Jumped in the deep end, wasn't thinking 'bout no air

Pulled her tracks out, I wasn't thinking 'bout her hair

You would never get no money 'cause you thinking like you scared

Ask bro, I used to bust ass on the court

But now I don’t hoop, I jugg dummies as a sport

Now I'm blessed, wake up and I thank the Lord

And if you ain't getting money, what you living for?

In Walmart doing my dance 'cause the chip pop

You gon' slip tryna walk behind this drip-drop

Breath taker on my side, I refuse to get got

Bro'll turn into Billups, hit you with a big shot

Road running, ain’t no time for a pit stop

Feel Sandy Cheeks, I'll pull up with a big chop

Neiman's love me now, I used to get it from the thrift shop

Went from Fila slides to double G’s on the flip flops

I got my balance right, I was tripping over hoes

Feeling like Usain, how I'm dipping to the Pros

You see that lil' button? If I click it then you gone

Four hunnid dollar shirt, bitch, I’m dripping in Vlone

Thinking that he Steve Jobs off of two jacks (Lame)

Used to do Burlington, now I do Saks

Hoes used to ho me, now they like, "Who that?"

Glock kinda strong, run up on me and get blew back

MMA work, punches fucking up the web

Alaskan crab, I got butter hanging off the leg

She swallow dick now, I used to get left on read

Got workers working while I'm chilling in a bed

Feeling like a wizard, I’m a 101 magician

Poof, he outta there, I left his ass missing

I really am the GOAT, boy, you just gotta listen

Look up "Jugg Messiah", bitch, I’m the definition