The Man, The Myth, The GOD
It's the God Pack lil' bitch
Gotdamn, gotdamn
LGP GTFBB Productions
I'm wit' the pack we hunt like its ritual
These niggas don't even know that it's spiritual, ooh
Climbin' the top of the ladder
When I look nigga you know imma find you
Treatin' yo ass like a simp, makin' yo top lip zip
Lil' bitch I
Run through the money so quick, nigga test me he get hit wit' the blick
I
Got nine rings on my fists
Lookin' new watches, broke ass bitch
I
Came in and fucked up the game so I'm makin' this money wit' all of my niggas
I do not play when I eat
Havin' yo bitch come to my house, spreadin' her legs she soakin' the sheets
God Pack bringing the heat
Just like a fiend fuck the sleep
So you got no chance
I'm beans wit' the hands
I don't do no dance
Ya bitch all in a trance
Cus I don't give a f
You a one hitta quitta, I'm a nine bitch getta
You a one hit wonder, say
Fuck Ya Mean
Stackin' money to the ceiling nigga how you feelin' it
Don't gotta cop it nigga, I just got it
You ain't got that shit in yo, fuckin' pocket
Calm shit down fo' I, hit you wit' a rocket
Run up on a nigga like, #runningmanchallenge
Ballin' like I'm Jordan and I, beat it like Jackson
Putting my dick in yo bitch and her momma and yo momma if you keep playin' lil' nigga so
Skrrr
Call me Lil Dicky, I got a notepad on my Rari
Got it on my hood but it's a fuckin' Bugatti
Had to switch the tag, Had to get the fuckin' jag
Get my fuckin' cheetah, run it up I'll get the bag
I'm the god bitch, I'm invincible
Lookin' through niggas like glass, they invisible
Runnin' this shit like the principal nigga
Pull up sit behind the dash right foot on the fuckin' gas
Got so many haters I hop out and beat they ass
They in the trash now
They in the bag now
I get my stacks now
You braggin' now, don't you brag now
I get my wad up, yeah yeah
I'm wit' the pack we hunt like its ritual
These niggas don't even know that it's spiritual, ooh
Climbin' the top of the ladder
When I look nigga you know imma find you
Treatin' yo ass like a simp, makin' yo top lip zip
Lil' bitch I
Run through the money so quick, nigga test me he get hit wit' the blick
I
Got nine rings on my fists
Lookin' new watches, broke ass bitch
I
Came in and fucked up the game so I'm makin' this money wit' all of my niggas
I do not play when I eat
Havin' yo bitch come to my house, spreadin' her legs she soakin' the sheets
God Pack bringing the heat
Just like a fiend fuck the sleep
Gotdamn, gotdamn
LGP GTFBB Productions
I'm wit' the pack we hunt like its ritual
These niggas don't even know that it's spiritual, ooh
Climbin' the top of the ladder
When I look nigga you know imma find you
Treatin' yo ass like a simp, makin' yo top lip zip
Lil' bitch I
Run through the money so quick, nigga test me he get hit wit' the blick
I
Got nine rings on my fists
Lookin' new watches, broke ass bitch
I
Came in and fucked up the game so I'm makin' this money wit' all of my niggas
I do not play when I eat
Havin' yo bitch come to my house, spreadin' her legs she soakin' the sheets
God Pack bringing the heat
Just like a fiend fuck the sleep
So you got no chance
I'm beans wit' the hands
I don't do no dance
Ya bitch all in a trance
Cus I don't give a f
You a one hitta quitta, I'm a nine bitch getta
You a one hit wonder, say
Fuck Ya Mean
Stackin' money to the ceiling nigga how you feelin' it
Don't gotta cop it nigga, I just got it
You ain't got that shit in yo, fuckin' pocket
Calm shit down fo' I, hit you wit' a rocket
Run up on a nigga like, #runningmanchallenge
Ballin' like I'm Jordan and I, beat it like Jackson
Putting my dick in yo bitch and her momma and yo momma if you keep playin' lil' nigga so
Skrrr
Call me Lil Dicky, I got a notepad on my Rari
Got it on my hood but it's a fuckin' Bugatti
Had to switch the tag, Had to get the fuckin' jag
Get my fuckin' cheetah, run it up I'll get the bag
I'm the god bitch, I'm invincible
Lookin' through niggas like glass, they invisible
Runnin' this shit like the principal nigga
Pull up sit behind the dash right foot on the fuckin' gas
Got so many haters I hop out and beat they ass
They in the trash now
They in the bag now
I get my stacks now
You braggin' now, don't you brag now
I get my wad up, yeah yeah
I'm wit' the pack we hunt like its ritual
These niggas don't even know that it's spiritual, ooh
Climbin' the top of the ladder
When I look nigga you know imma find you
Treatin' yo ass like a simp, makin' yo top lip zip
Lil' bitch I
Run through the money so quick, nigga test me he get hit wit' the blick
I
Got nine rings on my fists
Lookin' new watches, broke ass bitch
I
Came in and fucked up the game so I'm makin' this money wit' all of my niggas
I do not play when I eat
Havin' yo bitch come to my house, spreadin' her legs she soakin' the sheets
God Pack bringing the heat
Just like a fiend fuck the sleep
Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Brown
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