Nuketown ft. G3RM 43 Lyrics

Stars in the roof, like a cullinan

All black air force 1s, I don't know where the color went

High class vault, we on government

Heard they talkin' down, I don't know where the others went

New swag, I might trend some

Gods army, 50 v one, I go against em

I just chase a bag, and then some

David's new coat, rock star, I got denim

All black on my body, need a fit check

60 for the pants, 20 bands, got my wrist wet

Heard of Retro, don't know who he is yet

Know I'm bout to blow, see the stones, they been set

I jump to the green, I'm an insect

He said, she said, worry about what's been said

Gods signed the deal, guess I been checked

Devil got evicted, cause he hasn't paid the rent yet

Try to check the watch for the timing

Went and got a bag, finna add no minus

G3RM go hard, I'm biased

Once you see the twins, then you only see the finest

God on the throne, you're a highness

Stop countin' the money, wrist hurt, arthritis

Shine from the chain, the brightest

Ice around my neck, keep on messin' with the sinus

They allergic to the dog, but I've been him

Cat's been runnin' mouth around the bush, so I bit him

Sight on the word, can't miss him

Demon in the body of a boy, I hit him

Make this money just as long as they printin

Matchin' team chains, ask the game, we twinnin

Team can't stop winnin, heard they takin' L after L

They finished

Went through pressure, now I'm diamond

I don't rock no diamond

Took some time, but I don't care

He got perfect timing

I just follow cause he drivin, got the engine whinin

Follow God and not the world, the world will do you slimy

In the country, but I'm poppin, I feel like Miley

Off the drugs, no more poppin, yeah, I drop molly

They like G3RM this lil track hawk, you dropping

I don't know, probably

Got no perm, beats get curled up, I'm droppin' bodies

Feelin' pressure more than diamond

Kinda feel like life is sliding

Callin' for me, but I'm hidin

Lot of cryin, people dyin

Let go of my heart inside it

Lately, I've been feelin' violent

Ain't been ridin, sittin' in silence

I can't hear the warnin' sirens

Guess that this my pity party

Probably think they laughin' bout it

When they try to tell me that I'm sorry

I think twice about it

Bentley truckin, ain't behind my eyelids

I dream peace for my kids

Lately, I've been fightin' with my huh

Lately, tensions gettin' hot

I can't write a song

Overcookin' flowin

Out the pot that's only half my dome

Only thinkin' chatt up on my noggin

Fightin, goin' home

End up on my back

I found the problem, wasn't movin' slow

God said come back son

When you ain't done, I got you movin' closer

You don't need the funds

And drop the guns

That ain't gon' pull them closer

Find your P31 when you cut porn

Can't trust you with my daughter

Devil out to get you and you playin

Need you fightin' harder

Boy, cut your temptations

Why you flakin

Know I made you smarter

How you say you know me

But can't trust me to not make you martyr

God with me with the gang

And he with you too

All the flows pre-made

Kinda like Karaboo

My God, got the pen

All my verses gifts

And I'm in the Bible, red tip

Verses, they gon' shoot

They gon' shoot

They gon' shoot

They gon' shoot

They gon' shoot