Gospel Lyrics

Get my money or you finna get punched

Lil bitch a whore, just look at that arch

Twin from the UK, he roam around with knives

Bro talks different, when he comes, he arrives

Mixed ass dog I'm healthy and unhealthy

Water and lean 'fore the gym, I'm brazy

Talk shit so much I ran out of subjects

Nah I'm jus playin', I can rhyme 'bout yo' budget

That shit weaker than a bitch on her period

That shit weaker than a guy who rock Rick

Lame ass rhyme would be sayin' sum with sticks

I'mma switch up and gon' say sum 'bout risks

Risk for you is a rare ass word

Risk for me is what run my world

I'm kind of tired of this lil ass flow

Word play pro, I don't say shit for show

Habla Ingles, what I ask that hoe

She don't know I'm the same race though

Touch my bitch, hell your home

Touch my bro, hit your crome

So many bars, they over your head

Listen twice and just be aware

Fumbled a bad bitch, I am ashamed

She even loved me so who is to blame

Two damn minutes of bars on bars

Two good minutes before I come

I'm just playin' maybe two good hours

If you a baddie, a full damn day

Just like Beno, that pussy a pedo'

Samplin' beats I'mma go hit up Brando

Spawn killing opps, my twin is a camper

Whole lot of 'dence so I had to go tamper

Man, I had to go win

Too many Ls and too many sins

Made deals with God, told Him I'm him

Going to church, just to scam priests

Working harder than a whore

By myself I up the score

One eye open, can't be sure

If that karma coming home

Bitch, we going strong

Lungs got trauma, they came from war

Heart got fucked, can't restore

Homie the SWAT, he gon' kick yo' door

Spotify wack, ITunes better

You get her wet but I get her wetter

Lowkey mad she got a boyfriend

"Kill him", what the voices said

The voices be saying a lot of shit not gon lie

Demon timing type shit, you know, that's crazy

Sipping on that Wockiana

I don't want her, I want her momma

Derrick White got to be your name

Hairline gone like your goddamn pape, bitch