3 Headed Goat Lyrics (English & Espanol) – Lil Durk

Song: 3 Headed Goat
Singer: Lil Durk
Music: Aviator Keyyz & Cicero
Lyrics: Lil Durk, Lil Baby, Polo G, Aviator Keyyz & Cicero
Album: Just Cause Y’all Waited 2 (2020)
Label: Lyrical Lemonade
Genre: English Songs

These ain’t no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I’m still good at math but niga don’t test me
I played to the left, they went to the right they tried to finesse me
Still riding around with that blicky out, 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’s dark 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 winter and we on them jet skis
And we in Atlanta I’m running the cannon, and working the red key

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 cappin’ a lot
I know a niga who say he got rich off of dope but I know he be actin’ alot
I know some nigass who say that they took down the city but nigass be lacking alot
Yeah, that shet was awful, niga had that dog food
That day they shot you, I slid on the mongoose
You cannot come back around me, you changed your back on me I cannot forget
The police was lying, they said that they caught you, but niga they made you admit
Your name was fine, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bich
Fck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich

Under 25 living like a boss, riding around with a chauffeur
I don’t sell drugs, still we paranoid keep looking over my shoulder
Nigas lying like I’m stealing swag but it’s my shet like I wrote it

These rappers really nice as hell, I’m a different niga when I’m pissed off
Man, he say he gon press up on who?
I’ma get the steal like I’m Chris Paul
Back to back Suburbans, I’m a big dog
I was in the slums serving fentanyl
Zombie land, junkies having withdrawals
I been getting to a lot of missed calls
Turn it off, what the fck is he talking about
I should slap him for saying he hot as me
I don’t know who could fck with me, honestly
And they know I’m the man so they watching me
Different color bands like Monopoly
Man they must not be using his head
If he thinking I don’t keep a Glock on 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 bich riding on top me
A lot of people done said I won’t be shet, well I guess they owe me an apology

These ain’t no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I’m still good at math but niga don’t test me
I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me
Still riding around with that blicky out, 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 winter and we on them jet skis
And we in Atlanta, I’m running the cannon and working the red key