God Eats Children

I get the pack and I run it fasho
I'm swinging back, add a lump in his throat
You want some action, I'm puffin the smoke
I double back and I double the score
Baby like toxic, I act like a diva
Grippin her neck, she go numb when I uh
Glock 45, it go dumb when I squeeze it
Shawty give top in the blood on the floor

Really got him thinkin he a hotshot
Hit him with the 50, beat the shot clock
Ain't nobody jiggin when your song drop
Really I be thinking that's a lost cause
Niggas fuckin with me cuz the hot bars
Ladies fuckin with me cuz of "Lock, Shock"
Livin like a villain, I'm a top boss
Hit em up, head em out
Livid til my heart stop

Oh
Now that I mention it, sick to my bones
Call and collect, I don't give up the dough
Brought on a stretcher, get left in a hole
God of the dead, I'm a sinister soul
The maggots be sinnin the most
In bodies of flesh that I left in the cold
In rap, I'm a critical role
Dramatic, my ratchet
I'm pickin em off

I get the pack and I run it fasho
I'm swinging back, add a lump in his throat
You want some action, I'm puffin the smoke
I double back and I double the score
Baby like toxic, I act like a diva
Grippin her neck, she go numb when I uh
Glock 45, it go dumb when I squeeze it
Shawty give top in the blood on the floor

Really got him thinkin he a hotshot
Hit him with the 50, beat the shot clock
Ain't nobody jiggin when your song drop
Really I be thinking that's a lost cause
Niggas fuckin with me cuz the hot bars
Ladies fuckin with me cuz of "Lock, Shock"
Livin like a villain, I'm a top boss
Hit em up, head em out
Livid til my heart stop



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