G
You a simp, I'm a fucking G
Killing spree, something you ain't never seen
You believe, I know
Got the clutch, you don't
I dare, cause you won't
I ain't no bitch like you
You a simp, I'm a fucking G
Killing spree, something you ain't never seen
You believe, I know
Got the clutch, you don't
I dare, cause you won't
I ain't no bitch like you
Okay, you stabbed me in the back
What the fuck do you know?
'Bout what I haven't told
Master of the laughing stock, remains of the unknown
Got a loan so big I might overthrow the government alone
On my own, gotta run the show
Everybody wanna piece of me, gotta piece me up
Let me go
I could never be the one for you, even though the love I show
Better off, falling for the Devil, demigod in my blood
I have had enough, of your broken lust
Everybody got dirt on their hands
Just a matter of washing it off, to erase the past
Got the baggage that I bring
When you sleep, I unpack
You won't see what I had
I'ma leave it in the past
You a simp, I'm a fucking G
Killing spree, something you ain't never seen
You believe, I know
Got the clutch, you don't
I dare, cause you won't
I ain't no bitch like you
You a simp, I'm a fucking G
Killing spree, something you ain't never seen
You believe, I know
Got the clutch, you don't
I dare, cause you won't
I ain't no bitch like you
Killing spree, something you ain't never seen
You believe, I know
Got the clutch, you don't
I dare, cause you won't
I ain't no bitch like you
You a simp, I'm a fucking G
Killing spree, something you ain't never seen
You believe, I know
Got the clutch, you don't
I dare, cause you won't
I ain't no bitch like you
Okay, you stabbed me in the back
What the fuck do you know?
'Bout what I haven't told
Master of the laughing stock, remains of the unknown
Got a loan so big I might overthrow the government alone
On my own, gotta run the show
Everybody wanna piece of me, gotta piece me up
Let me go
I could never be the one for you, even though the love I show
Better off, falling for the Devil, demigod in my blood
I have had enough, of your broken lust
Everybody got dirt on their hands
Just a matter of washing it off, to erase the past
Got the baggage that I bring
When you sleep, I unpack
You won't see what I had
I'ma leave it in the past
You a simp, I'm a fucking G
Killing spree, something you ain't never seen
You believe, I know
Got the clutch, you don't
I dare, cause you won't
I ain't no bitch like you
You a simp, I'm a fucking G
Killing spree, something you ain't never seen
You believe, I know
Got the clutch, you don't
I dare, cause you won't
I ain't no bitch like you
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Writer(s): Trym Engø
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