Yahweh Lyrics

Huh you call

I don't miss you at all

And my whole gang we ball

And my whole gang we

Huh, I wan' pop my shit but they ain't ready yet

Said one day I'll cop my chain i'll hit up Elliette

And my hoe dripped in designer, not no Nike Tech

He can't catch me at the light i'm finna grab a tec

They be hating on me, fuck em, i'm still paid regardless

I got cash up in my pocket, cash up in my wallet

Once I get a little motion, ain't no fucking stopping

And i'm reaching for the peak it ain't no fucking topping

So I took her out the projects

At the light he ain't got catch me grab my glock, yeah

With them vampires, outside when it's dark, yeah

Tinted windows, can't see up in this car, yeah

I got rich off them P's my niggas ball, yeah

I cant fall yeah my niggas yeah we all here

Money talk yeah, lil shawty what you want yeah?

She want Moncler, I put that hoe in Moncler

That's my lock yeah she on what Oli on yeah

She wanna get undressed

Yeah

Shawty she wan' have some car sex

I ain't trippin hoe a nigga paid regardless

I'm gon' tune it up these niggas see i'm flawless

And i'm locked in that mindset got me far yeah

Run that check up, be up before the sun yeah

Mama proud of me, she know they used to laugh at me

Mama clap for me, she know i'll be a prodigy

Ain't have to pay for this just want to see them paid

Seen what that label did, they took his shit away

It's cold outside I need my sweater, Bathing Ape

Bathing Ape, yeah ha ha huh

Pray to Yahweh

Pray to Yahweh, I seen he coming my way

Stay in my lane cause I been through a lot mane

Niggas change up but fuck em cause we ball mane

Step my game up i'm stepping out in balmain

You see tears in my eyes you look at my face

You see pain in my heart i pray for better days

A paper-chaser in getting money hella ways

She wan come taste on the kid, she'll see me Saturday

I count cheddar mane, i'm living good I celebrate

They can't fuck with me I might as well be celibate

She gon set him up that bitch she finna sell the bait

Hoe we ran it up we might've had a ceiling eight

Run that shit back I'm flipping that bitch higher

They hear my tracks they tell me that shit fire

And my hoe tell the truth she ain't no liar

They look up to me, they tell me I inspire