Godly

Nelly Da Dolly
I'm godly, I'm relevant
Hoes is irrelevant
I'm Keyshia Cole, Heaven sent
Bitch, I'm with Michael and bubbles in Neverland
I had a dream I was counting up dividends

I had a dream I was counting up racks
Got it out the mud, the city on my back
Stack it up, stack it up
Stack it up, stacks
I'm with bad bitches in the back of a lac

I'm in the trap and I'm copping a trap pack
I'm in the city with a pretty Louis back-pack, sack pack
Got you for ya gat? Won't get ya gat back
The shit y'all be talking is rap cap, Cap Rap

Pull up on ya block with a BIG MAC
Pull up in ya city looking pretty and saditty
BIG FACTS
I took her nigga, they like "why you did that?"
Say that she better, but is her music that?
Nobody knows you, they like "who is that?"
Send some lil niggas to find where you live at
I know your moves, I know what you did last
Bitch, watch your back
Don't go missing from kidnap

Bitch, watch your back don't go missing for ransom
I got a nigga and he looking so handsome
If a bitch try to touch him, she might get these hands some
Shoot at her feet, make the Lil Bitch dance some

Beat her fair square now she throwing a tantrum
Hating ass bitches, I never did care for them
Pull up on ya block, spin ya block with the Tommy gun
Broke ass niggas, I never did care for them

Pull up on ya block, spin ya block with the glock
A hundred on the dash, do the race on the opps
The hustle don't stop
Bitch, I'm still ducking cops
I know when I drop that a bitch gon' jock

I know when I drop that a bitch gon' bop
I know when I drop that a bitch gon' pop
I know when she drop that the bitch gon' flop
If you selling good dope, then a bitch gon' cop

Beat her fair square now she throwing a tantrum
Hating ass bitches, I never did care for them
Pull up on ya block, spin ya block with the Tommy gun
Broke ass niggas, I never did care for them

Pull up on ya block, spin ya block with the glock
A hundred on the dash, do the race on the opps
The hustle don't stop
Bitch, I'm still ducking cops and I know when I drop that a bitch gon' jock

I know when I drop that a bitch gon' bop
I know when I drop that a bitch gon' pop
I know when she drop that the bitch gon' flop
If you selling good dope, then a bitch gon' cop, AYE

Barbie the body I'm godly on gang tho
Look threw the peephole like you cannot hang hoe
I got the cheat code, we all playing four corners
Mothered you hoes, let me know when your games over

I had a dream I was counting up big bucks
I had a dream I was counting up stacks
Got it out the mud, the city on my back
Stack it up, stack it up
Stack it up, Stacks

I'm with the gang in the back of a Beamer
Love me a chocolate nigga with a Cesar
I like my coffee, I'm good on the creamer
Yesterday morning, I found out I'm a creamer
If I'm with child, then you going on Springer
My bitches pretty, a whole bunch of keepers
You bitches ugly, a whole bunch of Lemurs

Taahhh

Here we go
Pick it up, pick it up, bank roll bank closed, run me the peso

Draco, lay low
I got a shooter on deck, and he on go
Got a nigga on deck, and his wrist froze
Got a new Nigga on deck with a big pole
Got a new Nigga on deck
Yeah, it's lit hoe

Pockets unravel and change fall out
Bitch, I get money
I'm wet in a drought
Get the fuck from me, what set is you bout?
Stroke game was trash, I tossed him out

I gotta dash fuck, you talking bout?
Nothing, but hundreds in my account
Look at you nervous, what's your amount?
Ride his face
I hit the door, I'm out
I'm trynna see what your nigga about
Tell him I love him, I did it for clout
Marketing strategy, figured it out

Smoke gas by the pound, I'm a Rasta
Big ol' glizzy, I'm a shotta
In your city like mañana

I ride the dick like carvana
Don't get hit with a stick, it's a set up
Y'all ain't rapping like us, keep your head up

Y'all ain't rapping like us keep your head up