meet god ft. Frankie! & Gramo Lyrics

Niggas can't touch my flow

Hop in the whip let's go

I keep a stick can't go

Bitch i'm the shit, i know

She- she want me back, i know

Get to- get to the racks, the dough

Hop in the whip bitch i'm losing control

If it's bout money i'm doing the most

Ice out my wrist diamonds froze (grr)

My pockets fat like glucose (grr)

Hit from the back, pull out her tracks, i got her touching her toes (grr)

She love the way that i growl, smoking Filay smoke that bitch out the pound

Shorty keep saying she ain't seen me around

I told that bitch that i been out of town

Out of town with a bitch that never seen me

Designer drip bitch I'm clean

Designer drip bitch I'm him

Hop in the booth and I go

Almost made 100 songs in two weeks

When I hop on the plug they hear some different

Double Ø nigga we up, so y'all not fucking with us

Your bitch she in my dm, but like Elsa I let her go

We ran this shit up from the bottom, don't know what to tell y'all

AB we smoking on Russians, exotic the smell yea

That mean we get high

I might as well meet God

My brother Nav up in the A still trappin that Motorola

That nigga talking shit on the net, we might as well roll up

Cause it's a celebration

John Doe in the cut no he won't make it

Slatt, slatt, yeah all my niggas gon make it out

Ain't talking no date, if he fuck with the gang

Then the choppa gon take him out

I swear niggas just fake for clout

I could never take that route

Always stay ten toes down

I'm making big amounts

On the parkway i'm speeding

All these niggas yeah they hate

But a lot of these niggas be leeching

Remember back bein broke now i got new kicks to put my feet in

Remember when i couldn't smoke now i got backwoods to put my weed in

I'm at the top undefeated in other words u ain't fw me

Ed hardy my body that's all on my tee and my jean

I'm sippin on fanta no this ain't no lean

She said that she love me i'm like what you mean

Ion know but i know this bitch gotta go

Hit her one time then kick her to the door

I ran it up gotta get to the dough

Gotta get the to the dough and the cheddar

On the track with my nigga Margielaa

Shout out frankie he on this bitch too

We a trio ain't nobody better

Pick her up in the butterfly coupe

We got peanut butter for the leather

And you lucky i'm fw you, took precious time out my schedule