God Of War
When I was young I was hard headed, nose was full of snot
Now I'm grown and a god of war, go down like Ragnarök
Always blowing all my fucking money don't know when to stop
Panties drop when I'm spinning through in the parking lot
Boy I'm hot
And you not
Your whole clique is full of weirdos
Check the stocks
I'm on top
Bank account got hella zeros
I won't stop
Never flopped
I ball hard like Tyler Herro
Don't keep a Glock
But if I shot
Then I'd up one up right in your peep hole
Yea if I get to a bag then I flip it
I don't know about ya but when I get cash, I'm thinking bout doubling digits
Making plays all night, selling these beats some people might say it's a sickness
Know a nigga who's fake, I know where you hide your stash we coming for riches
Babyface but I like old bitches they keep playing me
If I flash a couple blue notes they'll get on their knees
Ladies stick to me like glucose, cause I'm sugar sweet
Knock it out like Albert Pujols, cardinals flock to me
I don't care bout how you think you look approach me properly
I can call your bluff and figure you out like I'm Socrates
Take a pick, any foreign, with the guts mahogany
Don't play no games with my heart lil baby it's not monopoly
Presidential how I'm moving shawty, imma democracy
Bank on me cause I'm the winning ticket in a lottery
Ya keep sleeping on my fucking talent, swear it's comedy
But in 2 years don't come crawling back with an apology
Now I'm grown and a god of war, go down like Ragnarök
Always blowing all my fucking money don't know when to stop
Panties drop when I'm spinning through in the parking lot
Boy I'm hot
And you not
Your whole clique is full of weirdos
Check the stocks
I'm on top
Bank account got hella zeros
I won't stop
Never flopped
I ball hard like Tyler Herro
Don't keep a Glock
But if I shot
Then I'd up one up right in your peep hole
Yea if I get to a bag then I flip it
I don't know about ya but when I get cash, I'm thinking bout doubling digits
Making plays all night, selling these beats some people might say it's a sickness
Know a nigga who's fake, I know where you hide your stash we coming for riches
Babyface but I like old bitches they keep playing me
If I flash a couple blue notes they'll get on their knees
Ladies stick to me like glucose, cause I'm sugar sweet
Knock it out like Albert Pujols, cardinals flock to me
I don't care bout how you think you look approach me properly
I can call your bluff and figure you out like I'm Socrates
Take a pick, any foreign, with the guts mahogany
Don't play no games with my heart lil baby it's not monopoly
Presidential how I'm moving shawty, imma democracy
Bank on me cause I'm the winning ticket in a lottery
Ya keep sleeping on my fucking talent, swear it's comedy
But in 2 years don't come crawling back with an apology
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Writer(s): Christopher Chambers
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