GODBPM
[Intro]
Fuck my enemies bitch
Actin' bad and gettin' rich
Uh Uh Uhhhhh
[Verse 1: GrandeMarshall]
Free all of my fed homies
Rest in peace to my dead homies
Fuck that other shit n***a
Lets get this bread homie
One time for the real n***as
For them I will kill n***as
Stand in front the judge and never tell
And never squeal n***a
Two times for the freak hoes
Murder mommies who respect the G-code
Keep her nose high and her heels too
On twitter like "Grande im trill too"
My n***a, my n***a, my n***as is n***as
For life young n***as wit a attitude
How you mad at that? That ain't real rap?
Fuck n***a you still stuck in 92'
Hollow in yo head, this ya brain on drugs
Didn't momma tell you, "young n***a don't mess with them thugs!"
Don't be no enemy of mine
Don't be no fake friend either
Cause all that's gon' get you's a bag
And a trip to the preacher
And I worked too get this shit
But I'd fight harder to keep it
Cold nights I slept with the heater
And a full clip a'soul eaters
Kept that mask on handy
A couple sacks a' that candy
A couple of blacks my n***as
Outback who wanna get off? fine n' dandy
I know you fuck n***as been waiting
Been craving to hit something
Taking pages outta Craven's n***a
Creepin' and bumpin'
We on that bullshit n***a
Go head and bullshit n***a
Keep grabbin' life by the horns
And end up as bullshit n***a
Chuuuch!
[Hook]
This shit make a n***a wanna get some bread or buss a head(x3)
Or fuck my enemies bitch, actin' bad and gettin' rich
(repeat x2)
[Verse 2: GrandeMarshall]
Black flags at full sail
Black mask with a gold shell
Titties hangin' out her camo jacket
Pack a 22-platinum Chanel
Hearin' threats but I ain't hearin' shots
Gettin' hate but I ain't gettin' shot
N***as talk but n***a don't chalk
Young n***a with a old soul
I came up wit a rare breed
Ain't no future in frontin' n***a
Since a young bul I been a OG
What's money to me?
What's hoes to me?
What's drugs to me?
That's a lick n***a
Ridin' round with the windows down
You hear the sounds in those sets n***a
That set n***a! (that set n***a!)
Uhh, what that smell like?
Mixing weed, embalming fluid
Burn it like a gas pipe
Reaper in that crown vic
Creeper in that champ hoodie
Angels in that blunt wrap
Eatin' in that zip n***a
My ghetto got the blackest nights
Runnin' from them blue and whites
Skippin and bouncin' on street lights
Word to the L and neither nights
Raw hide shawty, rubber never touch my bitch n***a
Everytime I bust know there's a rubber on my grip n***a!
[Hook]
[End]
Fuck my enemies bitch
Actin' bad and gettin' rich
Uh Uh Uhhhhh
[Verse 1: GrandeMarshall]
Free all of my fed homies
Rest in peace to my dead homies
Fuck that other shit n***a
Lets get this bread homie
One time for the real n***as
For them I will kill n***as
Stand in front the judge and never tell
And never squeal n***a
Two times for the freak hoes
Murder mommies who respect the G-code
Keep her nose high and her heels too
On twitter like "Grande im trill too"
My n***a, my n***a, my n***as is n***as
For life young n***as wit a attitude
How you mad at that? That ain't real rap?
Fuck n***a you still stuck in 92'
Hollow in yo head, this ya brain on drugs
Didn't momma tell you, "young n***a don't mess with them thugs!"
Don't be no enemy of mine
Don't be no fake friend either
Cause all that's gon' get you's a bag
And a trip to the preacher
And I worked too get this shit
But I'd fight harder to keep it
Cold nights I slept with the heater
And a full clip a'soul eaters
Kept that mask on handy
A couple sacks a' that candy
A couple of blacks my n***as
Outback who wanna get off? fine n' dandy
I know you fuck n***as been waiting
Been craving to hit something
Taking pages outta Craven's n***a
Creepin' and bumpin'
We on that bullshit n***a
Go head and bullshit n***a
Keep grabbin' life by the horns
And end up as bullshit n***a
Chuuuch!
[Hook]
This shit make a n***a wanna get some bread or buss a head(x3)
Or fuck my enemies bitch, actin' bad and gettin' rich
(repeat x2)
[Verse 2: GrandeMarshall]
Black flags at full sail
Black mask with a gold shell
Titties hangin' out her camo jacket
Pack a 22-platinum Chanel
Hearin' threats but I ain't hearin' shots
Gettin' hate but I ain't gettin' shot
N***as talk but n***a don't chalk
Young n***a with a old soul
I came up wit a rare breed
Ain't no future in frontin' n***a
Since a young bul I been a OG
What's money to me?
What's hoes to me?
What's drugs to me?
That's a lick n***a
Ridin' round with the windows down
You hear the sounds in those sets n***a
That set n***a! (that set n***a!)
Uhh, what that smell like?
Mixing weed, embalming fluid
Burn it like a gas pipe
Reaper in that crown vic
Creeper in that champ hoodie
Angels in that blunt wrap
Eatin' in that zip n***a
My ghetto got the blackest nights
Runnin' from them blue and whites
Skippin and bouncin' on street lights
Word to the L and neither nights
Raw hide shawty, rubber never touch my bitch n***a
Everytime I bust know there's a rubber on my grip n***a!
[Hook]
[End]