S God - Drkwrd (feat. Big Smonk) Lyrics

All of my diamonds on tilt
Big drip sauce I spilt
Playin' with the money get you killed
Grippin' that tool big drill
Fast car, whip that
Cross 'em out, tic tac
Pussy boy get smacked
Hunned band, flip that
Lil bitch get back
Gang, you not with that
Uppin' a pole
Bullets they hit
Killin' your soul
Dumpin' a clip
Never gon' miss
Skrt in the whip
Poltregist wrist on me heavy, cost a brick though
Talkin' like you got somethin' to lose, we gon' kick doors
Smoke you like a pound of big dope bitch get blown
I ain't talkin' head though but you can get a headtone
Issa
Dark world we live in
But I'm packin' heat so I never be slippin'

Smoking on a bag
Get the grip
Better not slip
Better not fold
When it comes to the grip
Cock back
With a bullet
Suicide made you do it
Look up to the sky
Issa reckoning
Cause bitches boutta die
Ties that bind
Issa suffering
Cutting through these niggas
Like I had some plastic cutlery
Jump the free throw line blind, I'm jordan
Instead of deep throat rose jokes I'm goin
Off of a 5 foot long rope I'm throwin
All of these bars are hard I'm flexin', I'm showin'
Smoking and tokin'
No I don't sleep, I'm awoken
Killing off demons and praying for somethin'
Dreams of the dammed while I OD off nothin'
Feelin myself guess that don't count for nothin'
Shawty so fine
I dont wanna say nothing
Walking to wacky Wednesday wally
Why is you frontin'
Syllables lined up straight through the session
Blinding light from the sky is a message