Like A God ft. Yank Lyrics

(Pockets full of blues, Ben Frank got a large amount)

Pockets full of blues, Ben Frank got a large amount

I been hittin' hoes, cornerman what my body count?

Five percent in traffic never lackin' turn em into a caption

I ain't tryna fuck get online and order pieces, yeah

Treat Me A Like A God

I be with the trappers and the scammers

Keep that shit on like I'm out here posin' fa the cameras

She got a pretty face, but it ain't nothin' on that Camel

I ain't nailin' shit, but Ima pop out with my hammer, uh

How you know that's Cali bud? You ain't never been to Cali, uh

Just got back from Puerto Rico swimmin' with Iguanas

I ain't goin' fa nutin' strange, I put that there on Charla

I skipped math class we ain't never havin' money problems

Fishtail in the parkin' lot I'm finna burn out

Green beam, that's the shooter yeah he keep a burner

Streets done got hot know this shit gon' turn up in the summer

Overstand the gang we ain't never goin' under

Pockets full of blues, Ben Frank got a large amount

I been hittin' hoes, cornerman what my body count?

FIve percent in traffic never lackin' turn em into a caption

I ain't tryna fuck get online and order pieces, yeah

Treat Me A Like A God

I be with the trappers and the scammers

Keep that shit on like I'm out here posin' fa the cameras

She got a pretty face, but it ain't nothin' on that Camel

I ain't nailin' shit, but Ima pop out with my hammer

What you think?

I came from the bottom I gotta pop it

What you think?

Drop off twenty pounds I get 'em gone in a blink

We just rock designer, we don't shop at Citi Trends

Niggas carbon copy you know me, I set the trend

Don't be callin' me twin when I been doin' it on my own

I pop the perky then I start itchin' right in the middle of this song

I'm on these drugs can't go to court

When you had jumped up off the porch?

In high school you was dork

I swear a scary nigga worst than white women

Bought that bitch a watch before I buy ring, I don't marry women

Daddy use to trap, the Traphouse I inherited it

I get angry countin' this money, yeah I'm mad rich

Bugs Bunny diamonds start jumpin' I got karats

Pockets full of blues, Ben Frank got a large amount

I been hittin' hoes, cornerman what my body count?

Five percent in traffic never lackin' turn em into a caption

I ain't tryna fuck get online and order pieces, yeah

Treat Me A Like A God

I be with the trappers and the scammers

Keep that shit on like I'm out here posin' fa the cameras

She got a pretty face, but it ain't nothin' on that Camel

I ain't nailin' shit, but Ima pop out with my hammer

Treat Me Like A God

Treat Me Like A God

Treat Me Like A God

I Swear a scary nigga worst than white women