Godly Lyrics

Yea, count three hoes

Woke up feeling godly

Riding in exotic, smoking on exotic

Dior Jordan 1s I could have bought a bitch a body

Bro just started drinking wock

Pour that in exotic pop

Then keep playing gone hear that pow

See the red light on God

Chasing demons, been chasing demons

Like who wanna fight?

In a dodge demon the tires screeching

That blood leaking

Bitch a eater but you can keep her I don't need her, yea

Please stop talking 'bout them homicides

He living a cap life all that shit been fantasized

Ask my bitch what's her panty size

I'm finna go cop her panties now

And shawty went to college

Now she wanna pop some xannies now

Now she wanna feel like

Wooh, wooh, yeah, wooh, yeah, wooh, yeah

Wooh, yeah, wooh, yeah, wooh, yeah, yeah

Please stop fucking with them pink toes

You done ran them racks up

Fell off know how this ting goes, woah

You done watched your potnas died out

Ion play no games 'cause I ain't tried out

Fuck them hoes see I clout now she wanna vibe now, yeah

Wanna talk so crazy now and wanna hide now, yeah

Been getting anxious wanna see what that nigga do

It's a lot of crazy shit that we won't get into

Yeah and that hoe slimey he ain't have no clue

And your boyfriend he a lie but bae I been the truth

Bitch I'm, yeah and bitch I'm bulletproof

Yeah, yeah, I'm in a corvette I had dropped the roof

Yeah, yeah, I hit the jeweler drop a lot on my tooth

Yeah, I can see the future, they think that I'm psychic

You is not the main guy, boy you just a sidekick

Pfft up in my white tee, oh I think they like me

I might pour that wock up be right there where the sky be

Was 'bout to catch a red eye but I forgot my visine

Wooh, wooh wooh, wooh, wooh wooh

Drifting I went past him that nigga lacking

I copped me a bad bitch she came with baggage

Done walked into a palace I feel like magic

He tried putting that shit on but he ain't have it

Might be you bitch ringtone you better not ask her

I heard you wanna get your slime on I seen your rattle

Ahh ah