God Damn

Boy this nigga high up ain't it
Aye bae
Oh shit I'm fucked up (Got a bad bitch in the studio)
Ahhh shit (Aye aye aye aye)

Smokin' on gas and I'm smokin' that pressure
I got the Glock and its right on the dresser
Your diamonds fake you just need a tester
I gotta Honda I just want a Telsa
I got that shit right up on me come test us
I'm lookin' up cause a nigga be blessed up
Aim for head just put the vest up
She suck my dick I told her put her neck up
Ice on my neck and its cold need a checkup
Damn, oh why
Smokin' on dope and I'm high in the sky

Sky (High in the sky)
Kite
Niggas don't wanna try
Ooh catch me on the battlefield
Name scratched off, Kill Bill
That hoe be chasin' like Hot Wheels (Skrrt)
She be busy texting while I'm busy movin' (Gone)
I busy stacking while you busy losin'
Shawty connect like some Bluetooth
Bitch I'ma vet but don't wear suits

Bitch I'ma vet, I don't need a suit
Uh ooh she slurp it like soup
I'm fuckin' that bitch and I show her the boot
Oh shit, hp god damn
I'm in the kitchen I'm whipping the ham
You in the kitchen you whipping spam
Fuckin' that bitch and I fuck wit' no hands
I got some money I'm thrown' them bands
I got a check up cause I ran
I got a check up pockets fat
I got the money I was sellin' crack
I gotta bad bitch ass fat
I got the white diamonds rockin' black
I got the gas put it in the pac
These niggas lying, these niggas be cap
All of my niggas be keeping a strap
Hit from the front, I hit from the back
Smokin' on Backwoods from the back
Nigga just run up on me I don't lack
I gotta choppa its big as a bat
Oh shit
God damn
Free my nigga locked up in a can
Young nigga I'ma run up the bands
Got the heater on me give em' a tan
Bad bitch not a 1 she a 10
Got a heater on me just like a pan
These niggas swear I can't understand
I gotta choppa it kick, Jackie Chan
God Damn
Phss whoo



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Writer(s): Sir Sylvy
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