Lil Durk – 3 Headed Goat (ft. Lil Baby & Polo G) [Official Music Video]
Directed & Edited by Cole Bennett
Song Produced by Aviator Keyz & Cicero
3D VFX by Scissor Films
Director of Photography – Taylor Randall
Steadicam by Xavier Thompson
Ex. Produced by Sal Tarantino & Carla Michelle Johnson
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These ain’t no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I’m still good at math but nigga 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 he 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 runnin’ the ‘Cat, and I’m workin’ the red key
I cannot mention my homies inside of my song ’cause I know they be trappin’ 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 nigga who say he got rich off of dope but I know he be actin’ a lot
I know some niggas who say that they took down the city but niggas be lackin’ a lot
Yeah, that shit was awful, nigga had that dog food
That day they shot you, I slid on the Mongoose
You cannot come back around me, you turned your back on me I cannot forget
The police was lying, they said that they caught you, but nigga they made you admit
Your name was fine, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch
Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich (turn up)
Under 25, living like a boss, ridin’ ’round with a chauffeur
I don’t sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin’ over my shoulder
Niggas lying like I’m stealing swag but it’s my shit like I wrote it
These rappers really nice as hell, I’m a different nigga when I’m pissed off
Man, he say he gon’ press up on who?
I’ma get the steel 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 gettin’ to a lot of missed calls
Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking about
I should slap him for saying he hot as me
I don’t know who could fuck 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 bitch riding on top me
A lot of people done said I won’t be shit, 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 nigga 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 he 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 runnin’ the ‘Cat, and I’m workin’ the red key
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I have a iphone to but i left at home
This song fire regardless but polo got some to prove????
Okkk
I like this song it gets me pumped up no cap
Im late but them boys went off on this bihh fr ????????????????
ON GanG!!!
Who was here before this fire song got to 1 million views
Lil durk’s first line is better than lil pumps career
this reminds me of when i saw 3 dudes fire freestyle in school one time
one minute for each goat
1:27
0:13 the song starts
POLO G KILLED IT
Polo made this a whole new tune holy god
Imagine if Uzi was on this
????
Too bad Juice isn’t here 🙁
Im on my grandpa phone
so underrated!!!
3 headed snake or this
POLO GGGGGGGGGGGGG OMG AHHHHHHHGG????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Polo g verse was the hardest for real!
Ok
Polo g fan
Someone call the fire department
IM YOU WEALTHY REGARDLESS ????????♂️
hardest
1:56 *LMAO what is Lil baby doing????*
That shit was our food we had that dog food the day they shot u i slid on a mongoose ????????????????????
Durkkkk..turn up
I like it
track was going hard until I saw them fake weed plants
does someone wanna explain why polo flexes a 3 car garage in this song
How does this only have 14million views make no sense this shit hard asf ????????????
Durk went off
iam rich
I would had been if Nba was on this song????
*Einstein, Elon, and Steve Jobs, Like that title????.*
Lol everybody’s knows btw this is willie kennon jr
If pop smoke was on this ????????
—Lyrics—
These ain’t no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I’m still good at math but nigga 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 he 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 runnin’ the ‘Cat, and I’m workin’ the red key
I cannot mention my homies inside of my song ’cause I know they be trappin’ 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 nigga who say he got rich off of dope but I know he be actin’ a lot
I know some niggas who say that they took down the city but niggas be lackin’ a lot
Yeah, that shit was awful, nigga had that dog food
That day they shot you, I slid on the Mongoose
You cannot come back around me, you turned your back on me I cannot forget
The police was lying, they said that they caught you, but nigga they made you admit
Your name was fine, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch
Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich (turn up)
Under 25, living like a boss, ridin’ ’round with a chauffeur
I don’t sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin’ over my shoulder
Niggas lying like I’m stealing swag but it’s my shit like I wrote it
These rappers really nice as hell, I’m a different nigga when I’m pissed off
Man, he say he gon’ press up on who?
I’ma get the steel 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 gettin’ to a lot of missed calls
Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking about
I should slap him for saying he hot as me
I don’t know who could fuck 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 bitch riding on top me
A lot of people done said I won’t be shit, 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 nigga 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 he 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 runnin’ the ‘Cat, and I’m workin’ the red key
Polo going crazy
I don’t know who can fuck wit me honesty dammmn dis shiit mad ma day
0:55 durk was going crazy
????????????????
Cant wait for lil babys parts in english
1:46 look at that three headed dog????????
Lil baby actin like this is his song
this song is fire no cap on god
Polo ran it ????
When the smart kids are partnered up for a project