MET GOD Lyrics

Bitch ass nigga

Y'all already know what I got goin' on in this muh'fucker

This blunt lasts nine nights

Yeah, okay (wndr)

Bitch, I'm the booth smokin' this and that

I'm like, "what?" Okay (He-he-he-he-he-he-he!)

Okay, okay

Bitch, I'm in the booth smokin' this and that, nah, I can't relax

Toolies for them niggas askin' where it's at (Bah-bah-bah)

Bitch, back it up, you back me up? I bend it over, break that back

Stack it up, don't break it down, nigga, you know I never lack (Nah-nah)

And I want the 'Wood, I'ma puff it, what's up?

I don't rap beef, slide on me, it's up

Fuckin' with shorty, I'm beatin' up guts

Bitch, I'm a freak, I'm not done when I nut

She ain't a ho, but you fuckin' on sluts

Hol' on, you trippin', like what in the fuck?

Hol' up, I'm trippin' off of the gas

Countin' the bands, puffin' on what? Then I'm stuck (Phew)

Uh, puffin' on what? Then I'm stuck

Uh, runnin' on me, then it's up

Bring it back and I'ma fuck from the front (Yeah)

To the front, now I'ma fuck from the back (Yeah)

Bitches trippin', I'ma make 'em see black (Yeah)

Fuck it, it's slime 'em out, line 'em up, shoot 'em out

Come on, little nigga, show me what you about

Like, hol' up, he ain't 'bout shit (Shit)

Hol' up, and she gotta fit

Nah, I do not want you one bit

Uh, please do not ask for a pic

Hol' up, best believe I'm finna dip

Niggas always talkin' 'bout "that guy" (Yeah)

You talkin' 'bout faded, I been high (What?)

Dressin' 'em up like the Met Gala (Okay)

Walked through West A and I met God (Damn)

Huh, he said, "keep doin' yo thing" (Yeah)

Uh, thirty round clip, it gon' hang (Yeah)

Yeah, I remember usin' loose change (Yeah)

And you switched up, you changed (Yeah)

Nina, I'm makin' it sing (Yeah)

Huh, hittin' 'em shots, I got aim (Yeah)

Huh, run up on you if you playin' (Yeah)

Huh, hol' up, I'm goin' insane (Yeah)

Huh, fuck it, I'm trustin' myself, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what they can't

Huh, fuck what they want, I'ma run it up, do what I do, now I'm breakin' the bank

Huh, gettin' my motion, they finna stay hatin', little nigga, we not the same

Huh, I want the dollars, the pounds, the pesos, give a fuck about the fame

Yeah, makin' mistakes? That's a part of me (Damn)

Hol' up, I'm wil'in', just pardon me

Uh, you want beef? Don't be startin', B

Yeah, pissin' 'em off and that's how I be

Bitch, you pull up? I pull up on you (Yeah)

Chrome to the dome, that's a toolie on you (Bah-bah)

Bustin' a cap on a foolie, on me (Shit)

Standin' on bidness, I put it on bro (Okay)

Said he don't bang, but he throw up a four (Fuck)

Bitch, I don't bang, but I love me a pole (Bang)

Bro, you a lick, all way to the store

I just did a 'Wood but I want me so more (Yeah)

Shorty ridin' on me, now she gettin' low (Yeah)

I dropped the addy, but he didn't show (Yeah)

Okay, tomorrow we get him at his neck (Yeah)

I tell him, "have you ever met TEC?" (Have you met him?)

If you haven't, that's a bet (Yeah)

In this life, you get what you get (Fasho)

Uh, these niggas got me upset (Uh)

But I got these bitches upset (Okay)

Like, what you gon' do when you get hit?

I mean, like, hit right in yo' shit

You uppin' the stick? You uppin' the blick?

Nah, you stayin' inside like a bitch

He-he-he-he-he-he-he!