God Mode
Yeah
Fellows try to label me
Yeah
Fellows try to label me
I feel like a barcode
Let them try to play with me
Hit them with the hallows
Law just wanna lock me up
This is not the Narcos
I feel like I'm waging war
I just unlocked God Mode
Aye, yeah
This God mode
I high as hell like the top note
I'm fine as hell bitch I'm guapo
Clothes painted on like Picasso
I'm Badd. Malo
I'm cold as fuck like Chicago
I run amok in your household
I'm a bombshell and
Uh Uh
Thug, no Rico
My Plug, mi amigo
I'm clutch, no cheat codes
I'm a boss ass bitch with an ego
Mwah, el beso
Money, mi Pesos
It's funny, these fake hoes
plotting wanna cross me like I'm Jesus
But Yeah yeah yeah ye-yeah yeah
Fuck that shit
I'm slurring words
With my accent
And they loving it
Uh Kick my old jit
To da curb
Goot another bitch
UH She's rubbing on this
PHAT ASS
She's in love with it
Yeah
If I'm fly as fuck and you want clout
Why u swatting
I Heard that u anit really from the south
Why you flauging
Yeah they keep my name up in their mouth
Cuz I'm popping
I'm in my pouch, I'm on my paper route
Bitch no flocking
If you anit trying to give me all my props
Why you talking
I heard you wanna cuff me like a cop
Why you stalking
I said that I would make it to the top
Why you gawking
And I anit never ever gonna stop
Bitch I'm balling in these
Fellows try to label me
I feel like a barcode
Let them try to play with me
Hit them with the hallows
Law just wanna lock me up
This is not the Narcos
I feel like I'm waging war
I just unlocked God Mode
Gotta G. O. D. A. S. S
Like a goddess Yes
Long ass weave. Down my back
Pocahontas
With the braids
Got it made
I'm the best
Blessed, Flexing with the
Diamonds On my wrist
And necklace
Huh Yeah Ima Badass
I run you down til the last lap
I'm running round like a Rugrat
I'm the baddie these bitches mad at
I Slay hoe, Gag that
I'm in my bag
Told them bag back(yeah)
Gimme 21 bitches no blackjack
I'm on the road to riches
No backtrack
Fellows try to label me
I feel like a barcode
Let them try to play with me
Hit them with the hallows
Law just wanna lock me up
This is not the Narcos
I feel like I'm waging war
I just unlocked God Mode
If you anit trying to give me all my props
Why you talking
heard you wanna cuff me like a cop
Why you stalking
I said that I would make it to the top
Why you gawking
And I anit never ever gonna stop
Bitch Balling in this
Fellows try to label me
Yeah
Fellows try to label me
I feel like a barcode
Let them try to play with me
Hit them with the hallows
Law just wanna lock me up
This is not the Narcos
I feel like I'm waging war
I just unlocked God Mode
Aye, yeah
This God mode
I high as hell like the top note
I'm fine as hell bitch I'm guapo
Clothes painted on like Picasso
I'm Badd. Malo
I'm cold as fuck like Chicago
I run amok in your household
I'm a bombshell and
Uh Uh
Thug, no Rico
My Plug, mi amigo
I'm clutch, no cheat codes
I'm a boss ass bitch with an ego
Mwah, el beso
Money, mi Pesos
It's funny, these fake hoes
plotting wanna cross me like I'm Jesus
But Yeah yeah yeah ye-yeah yeah
Fuck that shit
I'm slurring words
With my accent
And they loving it
Uh Kick my old jit
To da curb
Goot another bitch
UH She's rubbing on this
PHAT ASS
She's in love with it
Yeah
If I'm fly as fuck and you want clout
Why u swatting
I Heard that u anit really from the south
Why you flauging
Yeah they keep my name up in their mouth
Cuz I'm popping
I'm in my pouch, I'm on my paper route
Bitch no flocking
If you anit trying to give me all my props
Why you talking
I heard you wanna cuff me like a cop
Why you stalking
I said that I would make it to the top
Why you gawking
And I anit never ever gonna stop
Bitch I'm balling in these
Fellows try to label me
I feel like a barcode
Let them try to play with me
Hit them with the hallows
Law just wanna lock me up
This is not the Narcos
I feel like I'm waging war
I just unlocked God Mode
Gotta G. O. D. A. S. S
Like a goddess Yes
Long ass weave. Down my back
Pocahontas
With the braids
Got it made
I'm the best
Blessed, Flexing with the
Diamonds On my wrist
And necklace
Huh Yeah Ima Badass
I run you down til the last lap
I'm running round like a Rugrat
I'm the baddie these bitches mad at
I Slay hoe, Gag that
I'm in my bag
Told them bag back(yeah)
Gimme 21 bitches no blackjack
I'm on the road to riches
No backtrack
Fellows try to label me
I feel like a barcode
Let them try to play with me
Hit them with the hallows
Law just wanna lock me up
This is not the Narcos
I feel like I'm waging war
I just unlocked God Mode
If you anit trying to give me all my props
Why you talking
heard you wanna cuff me like a cop
Why you stalking
I said that I would make it to the top
Why you gawking
And I anit never ever gonna stop
Bitch Balling in this
Credits
Writer(s): Tiara Williams
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