Sacrilegious Lyrics

Never been a fool

Bitch I got too much to loose

They ain't stepping on the grove

They ain't fucking wit my funk

She ain't got nothing to

I'ma come through wit da blunt

Tryna out this dick on you

I can't lie I'm tryna fuck

Messaging ya boo

While she laying next to you

He was tryna cop a few

So we had to set em up

Stepping in the stu

Took my weapon in the booth

Had to come up off a lick

Had to intercept the plug

I can't let her touch the tool

We ain't got that type of trust

If you never met my momma

We ain't got that type of love

Never been a fool

Bitch i got too much to loose

They ain't stepping on the grove

They ain't fucking wit my funk

We was selling all that

Reppin all that

Stepping on that work

With that fetnal

Quit stepping on that get em off my turf

We can't never fall back

Get em all clapped

Under all that dirt

They cant get involved

Quit stepping on that get em off my turf

But now it's different

Catching all these blessing but im sacreligious.

I seen the brand new bentley

Thought i had to get it

Every time I drop another record

They tell me I'm gifted

Counted up my first 10 bands

And became a man of my business.

Catching all these blessing but im sac religious.

I might vandalize

Yo granny house l and act like i ain't did it.

Oxymorons in my rap

I'm always contracting

Too aggressive look at everyone as competition

Trading in the double R for another car

Gotta hunid bars that

That I scribble in my composition

All we do is fight i don't wanna start

I don't wanna starve

Take yo food and let you wash the dishes

I got all these scars

From the way i'm living my

I might pull up on yo moms

For the happy ending

Trading in the double R for another car

Gotta hunid bars that

That i scribble in my composition

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

In my composition

Never been a fool

Bitch I got too much to loose

They ain't stepping on the grove

They ain't fucking wit my funk

She ain't got nothing to

I'ma come through wit da blunt

Tryna out this dick on you

I can't lie I'm tryna fuck

Messaging ya boo

While she laying next to you

He was tryna cop a few

So we had to set em up

Stepping in the stu

Took my weapon in the booth

Had to come up off a lick

Had to intercept the plug

I can't let her touch the tool

We ain't got that type of trust

If you never met my momma

We ain't got that type of love

Never been a fool

Bitch i got too much to loose

They ain't stepping on the grove

They ain't fucking wit my funk