Ayy, I don't trust shit but Allah and my cannon
Came up on them quesadillas, rusty with the Spanish
Met a bad bitch but her temp tag scandalous
My paw paw loaded guns, listening to police scanners
Change a bitch life, feelin' godly
Smokin' big backwoods but I'm godly
They like, what's that on that gun?
Gawdly
Gawdly
Yo, I think I need a fix, ain't had that bitch's neck in a minute
Lately, I been anti all this goofy shit, shit I ain't in it
Really in the mob, can't get a line on me if you ain't in it
Had to leave some women in the wind, cause they didn't see the vision
Trappin' with this bitch from Omaha, she do like eight a week
Her boyfriend think she want me, so he tweakin' every time we link
Last time I hit Texas, I got richer, but shit, so does she
Shit, so does she
I feel like the only nigga stickin' to the code
They mobbin' on the net, tricked out his spot and got him stole
Gold is for the lords, I don't do nothin' chrome
I don't do nothin' chrome
Ayy, I don't trust shit but Allah and my cannon
Came up on them quesadillas, rusty with the Spanish
Met a bad bitch but her temp tag scandalous
My paw paw loaded guns, listening to police scanners
Change a bitch life, feelin' godly
Smokin' big backwoods but I'm godly
They like, what's that on that gun?
Gawdly
Gawdly
What's up, hater? What you worried about my business for, huh?
If your name come cross my table one more time, it's goin' up
Freaky little bitch, she wanna suck it 'fore I leave her house
Heard her cousin labeled me a sucker, so it evens out
Had a Haitian, needed a vacation, so I flew her out
When she touched, we started touchin' bucks, plus we blew'a ounce
They wasn't talkin' money, so I left, I had some shit to do
A few trips to prison
Every bid I lost a bitch or two
They wonder how I'm still young
A nigga try me, I'ma kill some
I prayed for sun, then the sun came
Inshallah, ain't gotta kill nothin'
Ayy, I don't trust shit but Allah and my cannon
Came up on them quesadillas, rusty with the Spanish
Met a bad bitch but her temp tag scandalous
My paw paw loaded guns, listening to police scanners
Change a bitch life, feelin' godly
Smokin' big backwoods but I'm godly
They like, what's that on that gun?
Gawdly
Gawdly
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Ayy, I don't trust shit but Allah and my cannon
Came up on them quesadillas, rusty with the Spanish
Met a bad bitch but her temp tag scandalous
My paw paw loaded guns, listening to police scanners
Change a bitch life, feelin' godly
Smokin' big backwoods but I'm godly
They like, what's that on that gun?
Gawdly
Gawdly
Yo, I think I need a fix, ain't had that bitch's neck in a minute
Lately, I been anti all this goofy shit, shit I ain't in it
Really in the mob, can't get a line on me if you ain't in it
Had to leave some women in the wind, cause they didn't see the vision
Trappin' with this bitch from Omaha, she do like eight a week
Her boyfriend think she want me, so he tweakin' every time we link
Last time I hit Texas, I got richer, but shit, so does she
Shit, so does she
I feel like the only nigga stickin' to the code
They mobbin' on the net, tricked out his spot and got him stole
Gold is for the lords, I don't do nothin' chrome
I don't do nothin' chrome
Ayy, I don't trust shit but Allah and my cannon
Came up on them quesadillas, rusty with the Spanish
Met a bad bitch but her temp tag scandalous
My paw paw loaded guns, listening to police scanners
Change a bitch life, feelin' godly
Smokin' big backwoods but I'm godly
They like, what's that on that gun?
Gawdly
Gawdly
What's up, hater? What you worried about my business for, huh?
If your name come cross my table one more time, it's goin' up
Freaky little bitch, she wanna suck it 'fore I leave her house
Heard her cousin labeled me a sucker, so it evens out
Had a Haitian, needed a vacation, so I flew her out
When she touched, we started touchin' bucks, plus we blew'a ounce
They wasn't talkin' money, so I left, I had some shit to do
A few trips to prison
Every bid I lost a bitch or two
They wonder how I'm still young
A nigga try me, I'ma kill some
I prayed for sun, then the sun came
Inshallah, ain't gotta kill nothin'
Ayy, I don't trust shit but Allah and my cannon
Came up on them quesadillas, rusty with the Spanish
Met a bad bitch but her temp tag scandalous
My paw paw loaded guns, listening to police scanners
Change a bitch life, feelin' godly
Smokin' big backwoods but I'm godly
They like, what's that on that gun?
Gawdly
Gawdly
Came up on them quesadillas, rusty with the Spanish
Met a bad bitch but her temp tag scandalous
My paw paw loaded guns, listening to police scanners
Change a bitch life, feelin' godly
Smokin' big backwoods but I'm godly
They like, what's that on that gun?
Gawdly
Gawdly
Yo, I think I need a fix, ain't had that bitch's neck in a minute
Lately, I been anti all this goofy shit, shit I ain't in it
Really in the mob, can't get a line on me if you ain't in it
Had to leave some women in the wind, cause they didn't see the vision
Trappin' with this bitch from Omaha, she do like eight a week
Her boyfriend think she want me, so he tweakin' every time we link
Last time I hit Texas, I got richer, but shit, so does she
Shit, so does she
I feel like the only nigga stickin' to the code
They mobbin' on the net, tricked out his spot and got him stole
Gold is for the lords, I don't do nothin' chrome
I don't do nothin' chrome
Ayy, I don't trust shit but Allah and my cannon
Came up on them quesadillas, rusty with the Spanish
Met a bad bitch but her temp tag scandalous
My paw paw loaded guns, listening to police scanners
Change a bitch life, feelin' godly
Smokin' big backwoods but I'm godly
They like, what's that on that gun?
Gawdly
Gawdly
What's up, hater? What you worried about my business for, huh?
If your name come cross my table one more time, it's goin' up
Freaky little bitch, she wanna suck it 'fore I leave her house
Heard her cousin labeled me a sucker, so it evens out
Had a Haitian, needed a vacation, so I flew her out
When she touched, we started touchin' bucks, plus we blew'a ounce
They wasn't talkin' money, so I left, I had some shit to do
A few trips to prison
Every bid I lost a bitch or two
They wonder how I'm still young
A nigga try me, I'ma kill some
I prayed for sun, then the sun came
Inshallah, ain't gotta kill nothin'
Ayy, I don't trust shit but Allah and my cannon
Came up on them quesadillas, rusty with the Spanish
Met a bad bitch but her temp tag scandalous
My paw paw loaded guns, listening to police scanners
Change a bitch life, feelin' godly
Smokin' big backwoods but I'm godly
They like, what's that on that gun?
Gawdly
Gawdly
Writer: Kush Lamma
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