GOMD Lyrics

Yeah

Am I getting money? The fuck you think? Duh

My own mind gon' be the death of me, hate the way I think

Wonder how high ima feel after I pop this pink

Diamonds on my neck and arm, look at this cuban link

Ma Dukes told me pop my shit

Can y'all please get off my dick

Ball in the garden like I'm a new york knick

Break bread with my bro, rice crispy

When I die, bet not act like you miss me

Countin' up benji's and ulysses'

You want war then let's get busy

Can't even lie, Nini got me simping

Yellow Moncler on me, look like a Simpson

Bullets hit him in his chin, crimson

She giving brain, she graduated Princeton

SRT's and foreigns what I'm whipping

Work with whatever I'm given

Devil calling me, I can't give in

Devil calling me, I can't give in, no

Pivot down, I ain't slippin'

My choppa gon' eat his guts just like chitterlings, yeah

And just cause' I ain't say nothing don't mean I ain't peep

Never broke again like A.I Top

You still taste yourself on my lips cause' last night I ate that WAP

Hustlin' inside my blood, I swear this motion shit won't stop

Lately been feeling like that nigga, Wayne when he made lollipop

Bet not put your trust in a bop

Niggas my sons, they want me to adopt

Bet not put your trust in a bop

Niggas my sons, they want me to adopt

Bet not put your trust in a bop

Yeah

Am I getting money? The fuck you think? Duh

My own mind gon' be the death of me, hate the way I think

Wonder how high ima feel after I pop this pink

Diamonds on my neck and arm, look at this cuban link

Ma Dukes told me pop my shit

Can y'all please get off my dick