Tuxedo Down(GOAT_UNIT VS PENGUIN CREW re:re)

+ Show full styles

V5.5

[Intro - hyped, talkbox feel]
Yeah man... Flipper Fraud really thought he had one. 
Baaa-d Goat, 5cent... Goat-Unit in this bitch. Horns up, let's cook these birds.

[Verse 1 - Baaa-d Goat]
Yall out here bleatin like we some regular barn animals? 
Boy we own the whole farm, the block, and every acre yall scared to stand on.
You glidin on them little rental sleds talkin ocean gold chains?
Them weak ass links look like prizes from a claw machine my shorty threw out last week.
Shorty heard your neon lights and dipped? She was back at the barn before breakfast, 
laughing at them baby flippers you call hands.
You call us farm boys smellin like hay? That's real work and money baby, 
yall just smell like old fish and wet feathers in a tuxedo.
We pour real liquor in the barn while yall sippin krill juice tryna act hard.
One headbutt from the Unit and your whole crew folded like cheap lawn chairs.

[Verse 2 - 5cent]
Hold up Baaa-d, let me get em real quick.
Yall deep in manure talkin? Nah we deep in that paper that make empires grow.
Yall harmonizin weak barnyard noises, still can't find a real flow if it slapped you.
King of the hill? We kings of whatever the fuck we walk on.
Yall gettin milked for clout twice a day, we the ones really gettin paid and flexin on em.
Baaa-d Goat on the beat sound like a goat with a cold? 
My shit hit different, leave your whole crew froze on hold.
She laugh at the hooves? She was laughin at them stubby flippers soon as my chain hit the light.
Stay frosty? We the heatwave that turn your whole South Pole to a puddle.

[Chorus - big, bouncy, gang energy]
Go go go goat? Yeah we the goats and we run it
Yall just birds in suits lookin stupid as hell when the sun hit
Horns up high, ice melt quick when the Unit pull up
Penguins gettin cooked, better waddle your ass back to the hut
Go go go goat! Horns up! We own it!
Penguins gettin folded, barn still standin, yall done

[Verse 3 - Tag Team Baaa-d Goat & 5cent]
[Baaa-d Goat]
Yall talkin barn burned to the ground? We still right here smokin yall slow
[5cent]
Next time you drop that weak shit bring more than fish jokes and tall tales bro
[Baaa-d Goat]
We the undisputed, horns scraping the sky, beards touching the floor
[5cent]
Penguins cute for the winter... but summer come yall aint shit no more

[Bridge - talkbox style, cocky]
Yeah Flipper Fraud... you got the South Pole on lock?
We got the whole world on our backs and still standing tall as hell.
Horns down? Nah we putting horns through your chest, clean off.
Baaa-d news for you and every bird in that frozen mess...

[Final Chorus - bigger, ad-libs]
Go go go goat! Yeah we the goats and we run it!
Yall just birds in suits... horns up! Ice melt!
Penguins gettin cooked... waddle back to the hut!
Goat-Unit run it forever... Baaaaah!

[Outro]
Horns up forever man. 
Yall can keep that ice shit. 
Goat-Unit... we out. Baaaaah!

2886/7500

[Intro - hyped, talkbox feel] Yeah man... Flipper Fraud really thought he had one. Baaa-d Goat, 5cent... Goat-Unit in this bitch. Horns up, let's cook these birds. [Verse 1 - Baaa-d Goat] Yall out here bleatin like we some regular barn animals? Boy we own the whole farm, the block, and every acre yall scared to stand on. You glidin on them little rental sleds talkin ocean gold chains? Them weak ass links look like prizes from a claw machine my shorty threw out last week. Shorty heard your neon lights and dipped? She was back at the barn before breakfast, laughing at them baby flippers you call hands. You call us farm boys smellin like hay? That's real work and money baby, yall just smell like old fish and wet feathers in a tuxedo. We pour real liquor in the barn while yall sippin krill juice tryna act hard. One headbutt from the Unit and your whole crew folded like cheap lawn chairs. [Verse 2 - 5cent] Hold up Baaa-d, let me get em real quick. Yall deep in manure talkin? Nah we deep in that paper that make empires grow. Yall harmonizin weak barnyard noises, still can't find a real flow if it slapped you. King of the hill? We kings of whatever the fuck we walk on. Yall gettin milked for clout twice a day, we the ones really gettin paid and flexin on em. Baaa-d Goat on the beat sound like a goat with a cold? My shit hit different, leave your whole crew froze on hold. She laugh at the hooves? She was laughin at them stubby flippers soon as my chain hit the light. Stay frosty? We the heatwave that turn your whole South Pole to a puddle. [Chorus - big, bouncy, gang energy] Go go go goat? Yeah we the goats and we run it Yall just birds in suits lookin stupid as hell when the sun hit Horns up high, ice melt quick when the Unit pull up Penguins gettin cooked, better waddle your ass back to the hut Go go go goat! Horns up! We own it! Penguins gettin folded, barn still standin, yall done [Verse 3 - Tag Team Baaa-d Goat & 5cent] [Baaa-d Goat] Yall talkin barn burned to the ground? We still right here smokin yall slow [5cent] Next time you drop that weak shit bring more than fish jokes and tall tales bro [Baaa-d Goat] We the undisputed, horns scraping the sky, beards touching the floor [5cent] Penguins cute for the winter... but summer come yall aint shit no more [Bridge - talkbox style, cocky] Yeah Flipper Fraud... you got the South Pole on lock? We got the whole world on our backs and still standing tall as hell. Horns down? Nah we putting horns through your chest, clean off. Baaa-d news for you and every bird in that frozen mess... [Final Chorus - bigger, ad-libs] Go go go goat! Yeah we the goats and we run it! Yall just birds in suits... horns up! Ice melt! Penguins gettin cooked... waddle back to the hut! Goat-Unit run it forever... Baaaaah! [Outro] Horns up forever man. Yall can keep that ice shit. Goat-Unit... we out. Baaaaah!

0/500