[Intro: GREA8GAWD]
Yeah
It's GREA8GAWD
Look, uh

[Verse 1: GREA8GAWD]
Winter coat is immaculate
This shit cost me seven-thousand cash, no Kaepernick (GREA8GAWD)
The cashmere crimey
The one they ain't wanna let in the club, he was too grimy
The one that all the thorough chicks wanna sink their teeth in
The clothes you buy to wear to the club, I go to sleep in
The neighbors know my name, it's a curse if in the deep end
I told you pussies that I'm a wolf, I don't wear sheep skin
(You always talkin' shit, Gawd)
Should I continue?
All you need to had was a bird and you on the menu
Like security, I'll follow to you the venue
I nеver liked you sucka ass rappers and don't prеtend to (Never)
So I'll be damned if I scuff my boot
And go back and forth with a purse-wearin' rapper that think he cute (No)
I'm diferente, rap's Roberto Clemente
My watch face is Tiffany, not my sneak's, comprende?
(You are now listening to Gawd Brothers)
(G-G-G-Gawd Brothers)
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, move the crowd like I drew the gat (Uh-huh)
Few thou' for the Gucci slacks, the shoes is two racks (Yeah)
But I ain't skiin', hoppin' out the European
Your bitch trash, I wouldn't pee on your BM (That bitch trash)
I been shinin' like light when it hit three [?]
Fiend smoke it out of the soda can, he don't need stems (Uh-uh)
The spot where the bum n***** at, I never be in (Never)
Fly n**** wit a attitude, I'm MC Ren
Addicts is my friends, they get extra if they bring me sales
I let 'em sniff the residue under my fingernails
Bring a scale, you n*****'ll never measure up
A rapper that pose in bitch clothes never next to us (Fuck outta here)
You n***** weird and your song's garbage
Quit this rap shit, we need more workers in the fish market (Hahaha)
Fuck your name, you just a big target
No tattoos, I draw on a artist now he dearly departed (Bah, bah)
The trench coat Gallery Dept. (Uh-huh)
Got a girl I nicknamed dumb bitch, her head is retarded
God shit

[Outro: Wallo267]
Stop fuckin' playin' games and get back to the fuckin' basics
And put that fuckin' good music out
Start talkin' that shit again
And stop worryin' about all the shit outside of the music
The music gotta be good
Ain't nobody gon' say it, but I'm—
Y'all not talkin' that shit no more