Pistola

I feel like God in this bitch
Everything I want
I just get it
I pick up all of these checks
Like I was wavin' wands
But that's just what yo bitch do
Told her hold my dick fuck a pistol
Ridin' thru the city
Like we speedin passed the pit crew
Rollin' up some sticky wit me
That's right out the zip
I can take that 50 to a hunned watch it flip

Uh huh
This a one of one
Uh huh
This ain't from Milan
Diamonds yellow just like Latto
Them my favorite ones
You know we heavy in the city
That's a metric ton
Can't address me how you want
You talking to a don
Hit her with the wham
But my name ain't
George Michael
Spent two weeks
Out in France
Taking pictures by the Eiffel
It don't matter where I land
She gon follow like disciple
I know
Eyes roll back when I pull her tracks
Dick so good
Imma have to tax
Tax it

I feel like God in this bitch
Everything I want
I just get it
I pick up all of these checks
Like I was wavin' wands
But that's just what yo bitch do
Told her hold my dick fuck a pistol
Ridin' thru the city
Like we Speedin passed the pit crew
Rollin' up some sticky wit me
That's right out the zip
I can take that 50 to a hunned watch it flip

Sit top of the class I'm valid
Know my throne Victorian
I can see the future
By next year I push Delorean
See some do it for audience
But me I'm in the mirror
Never been a flashy Type
I never rocked Amiri
I feel like god
When I be stepping in my fear of gods
Triple black no room for margins
Secret shakes with concierge
Sending me messages that say she in my city
I said and okay then she replied boy you siddity
That's how Zeus be

I feel like God in this bitch
Everything I want
I just get it
I pick up all of these checks
Like I was wavin' wands
But that's just what yo bitch do
Told her hold my dick fuck a pistol
Ridin' thru the city
Like we speedin passed the pit crew
Rollin' up some sticky wit me
That's right out the zip
I can take that 50 to a hunned watch it flip



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