God Flow

I feel like a god Kratos pull-up with guns
(Ahh)

I am god heartbreak saiyan
Hop off the porch then the world start shaking
Rich than a bitch skin caucasian
Fuck with the gang then yo' life get taken
This weed so loud the fuck is you saying
Slide on the opps and they hearts start racing
Carrt these niggas back start aching
Niggas want smoke I'm sending location
Immortal masked up kill him Jason
Pull out the thirty then fry 'em like bacon
Facing these woods yo' bitch in rotation
I'm dogging that bitch bitch dalmation
Pack up the bag then I'm gone vacation
Not talkin bout hundreds I need a translation

Bitch on her knees about to get blessed no sneeze whippin the foreign no keys
Pockets obese make yo' bitch want to say please suck on my dick with no teeth
Neck on freeze fuck with these bitches in threes then after they number delete
Facing these trees counting this money blue cheese look at the color repeat

I feel like a god kratos pullup with guns halo whip like mayo
Choppa in the closet plato (bow) kill him ugh feeling like tadoe
I dirty my faygo she bad J lo do what I say so thick like playdough
She Off of the purp saints row niggas on payroll better watch yo' back better lay low
(I'm gone)
Fuck it I'm running it back her hands in my pocket I'm gone off the jack and I'm feeling like brady I'm leading the pats
Trap house still bussing its jumping like jacks I spit every word no cap in my rap
Remember in class I was gone of the pack but now I got money got put on the map

Seeing this blue and that bitch start bussin
Aiming at heads niggas start duckin
Her mouth is a playground that bitch is digustin
Blockin her number that bitch always fussin
Don't fuck with you niggas feel like I'm ruckus
Me and my niggas too high you can't touch us
We smoking an opp pass me a dutches
I'm fucking his bitch make her leave on some crutches

I feel like a god kratos pullup with guns halo whip like mayo
Choppa in the closet plato (bow) kill him ugh feeling like tadoe
I dirty my faygo she bad J lo do what I say so thick like playdough
She Off of the purp saints row niggas on payroll better watch yo' back better lay low
(I'm gone)
Fuck it I'm running it back her hands in my pocket I'm gone off the jack and I'm feeling like brady I'm leading the pats
Trap house still bussing its jumping like jacks I spit every word no cap in my rap
Remember in class I was gone of the pack but now I got money got put on the map