Like a God

(Pockets full of blues, Ben Frank got a large amount)

Pockets full of blues, Ben Frank got a large amount
I been hittin' hoes, cornerman what my body count?
Five percent in traffic never lackin' turn em into a caption
I ain't tryna fuck get online and order pieces, yeah
Treat Me A Like A God
I be with the trappers and the scammers
Keep that shit on like I'm out here posin' fa the cameras
She got a pretty face, but it ain't nothin' on that Camel
I ain't nailin' shit, but Ima pop out with my hammer, uh

How you know that's Cali bud? You ain't never been to Cali, uh
Just got back from Puerto Rico swimmin' with Iguanas
I ain't goin' fa nutin' strange, I put that there on Charla
I skipped math class we ain't never havin' money problems
Fishtail in the parkin' lot I'm finna burn out
Green beam, that's the shooter yeah he keep a burner
Streets done got hot know this shit gon' turn up in the summer
Overstand the gang we ain't never goin' under

Pockets full of blues, Ben Frank got a large amount
I been hittin' hoes, cornerman what my body count?
FIve percent in traffic never lackin' turn em into a caption
I ain't tryna fuck get online and order pieces, yeah
Treat Me A Like A God
I be with the trappers and the scammers
Keep that shit on like I'm out here posin' fa the cameras
She got a pretty face, but it ain't nothin' on that Camel
I ain't nailin' shit, but Ima pop out with my hammer

What you think?
I came from the bottom I gotta pop it
What you think?
Drop off twenty pounds I get 'em gone in a blink
We just rock designer, we don't shop at Citi Trends
Niggas carbon copy you know me, I set the trend
Don't be callin' me twin when I been doin' it on my own
I pop the perky then I start itchin' right in the middle of this song
I'm on these drugs can't go to court
When you had jumped up off the porch?
In high school you was dork
I swear a scary nigga worst than white women
Bought that bitch a watch before I buy ring, I don't marry women
Daddy use to trap, the Traphouse I inherited it
I get angry countin' this money, yeah I'm mad rich
Bugs Bunny diamonds start jumpin' I got karats

Pockets full of blues, Ben Frank got a large amount
I been hittin' hoes, cornerman what my body count?
Five percent in traffic never lackin' turn em into a caption
I ain't tryna fuck get online and order pieces, yeah
Treat Me A Like A God
I be with the trappers and the scammers
Keep that shit on like I'm out here posin' fa the cameras
She got a pretty face, but it ain't nothin' on that Camel
I ain't nailin' shit, but Ima pop out with my hammer

Treat Me Like A God
Treat Me Like A God
Treat Me Like A God
I Swear a scary nigga worst than white women



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Writer(s): Warren Gregory
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