Goat Cheese - Lil Berete

My rights are

Ya I know what my rights are

Ya I know what my rights are ya

Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are

My homie with the dotted license and he got it

I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side

Diamonds I can’t breathe I just swat it like a mob tie

Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side

Southside where I sleep, day dreaming on the Northside

Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side

Ya, ya, I don’t think you wanna really die

Couple youngins they been reckless

I got fake niggas screaming out, «Gang Gang»

Your clout friend is your enemy

Same thing propane how we smoke the shit

I need rubber bands to wrap about these Benjamins

I fucked 3 cuz my exes look for evidence

And I delete all these hoes off of my messages

I chase cheese and I’m feeling like a goat ya

I get goat cheese while these birds be getting wrecked ya

Guess I fuck with 3's cuz it’s profit, money, debt ya

I got couple dogs never switch never shuttin up

Pick the Beemer up and I can barely use a pet ya

I just freestyle tell these pussy nigga how I feel

Makes up for the school time where I

Wanna feel the hot shit, got no time to talk shit

On my ride or die shit, foreign whip might crash it

I was broke last year, no hoes last year

And she’s in that latest, main bitch a actress

She do acrobatic backflips, and she ride like porno

Cops try to kick the door bout' the dope I sold

I’m just tryna send a load, got a blunt like Lisa Mo ya

Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are

My homie with the dotted license and he got it

I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side

Diamonds I can’t breathe I just swat it like a mob tie

Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side

Southside where I sleep, day dreaming on the Northside

Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side

Ya, ya, I don’t think you wanna really die

Couple youngins they been reckless

I got fake niggas screaming out, «Gang Gang»

Your clout friend is your enemy

Same thing propane how we smoke the shit

I need rubber bands to wrap about these Benjamins

I fucked 3 cuz my exes look for evidence

And I delete all these hoes off of my messages

I chase cheese and I’m feeling like a goat ya

I get goat cheese while these birds be getting wrecked ya

Ya ya