god Lyrics

I can't die for some chips, but imma die for my bros

Yeah, my bitch she be dancing like she holding on them poles

That boy talking on the net, we might have to up the score

Smoking good good dro

I can't fuck with none these ho's

If she a thot let her go

I got Glocks, let it blow

I got nines on the floor

They said 3D you a clone

I said I'm not lil o

Pulled up in a benzo

Bitch I'm taking benzos

In a lambtruck I'm speeding up

I just told that bitch I got some gats and now she wanna fuck

Bitch I got a AR with a beam, make you double-dutch

I just mixed the percocet with lean, bitch I'm high as fuck

Bitch I mixed the quaaludes with a lean, think I'm dying up

Mixed the undercover with the vetements bitch I'm fired up

Your bitch said she want a new kid, nut inside her

I just spent my paycheck on balenci bitch I'm broke as fuck

That boy tried to run but he got caught, that boy outta luck

They told me"SanWheezy you a god, yeah you out above"

I just fucked two friends

Getting bands and your bitch want make some plans

Niggas talkin 'bout that shit till you get hit with a switch

I'm in a car, geeked as fuck

Spilled some lean, pour it up

Niggas cap, they ain't on shit

That's your bitch, wet like ocean

I got motion

In the kitchen I'm making potions

Bitch you know, po-po-pour a four, look like wine

And that bitch way too fine

Yeah she mine

We gon put you on a vid and make you dance just like vine

Niggas lying, no they ain't got no fucking bread

I be counting all these checks, lil ho give me neck

Bitch I smoke exotic, slide you a zip, give you a check

I can't die for some chips, but imma die for my bros

My bitch she be dancing like she holding on them poles

That boy talking on the net, we might have to up the score

Smoking good good dro