S God & Big Smonk - Buhhh

If you want smoke
Imma bring it to you, Doordash
My bitch got more ass than the bitches in your porn stash
Flat chest c*** cannot suck up on my dick tho
Sellin' your bitch weed instead of money, give me deep throat
Smonk God came down to bless some bitches
Anybody talkin' shit and they gon rest with fishes
Man hold these fists while I kiss your bitch
She wanna kiss my dick but she threw a fit
Go through with it and do this shit
Act like a pussy you gon find out who the shooter is
Like Ludacris, told that bitch to move
Got a Ruger clip and a missile too
Like boom boom boom
Chopper go blaka
That blade stay up on me like my name Baraka
I finish 'em
Fatality flow
My diamonds, they black as a cavity though

J bring it back and let's smoke a sack
Doin' roundabouts in my culdesac
Yeah we from Texas, got the shooter grip
No blah blah, we just take your shit
Got the Glock shinnin' out the window, boom
Skrt of in the Bently quick, zoom
Feel like Al Capone on his throne
Smokin' big blunts, not givin' a fuck
Fitted cap on
Ugh
Mr. Cool
How you feel on top of the room
Smonk God shit, gonna make these moves
Game over quick, all these motherfuckers lose
When the tape drops don't ask for no views
Let me do me and you do you
Follow the light, maybe you'll get in too
But you won't get as lucky as me comin' through
Bitch
I'm hostile
Got bitches in the brothel
Cookin' up some dope with the goggles
I got bacon with the waffles
You know I like that ass when it wobbles
Make a bitch more wet than Sobble
Bitch I last longer than a novel
When she give me top, she topple
That's how I make the cookie crumble
Damn
What is you sayin'
Why you complainin' to me 'bout the game
What you expect me to do not the same
Imma run free you know I break the chain
I got respect watch how you speak my name
Or it's 32 shots gon be headed your way
Load up the chopper, we ready to spray
Wake up and do it all over again
Bitch

Time never stops
Time never stops
Time never stops
Time never stops
Time never stops
Time never stops
Time never stops
Time never stops

Back on my shit like I never left
I get more brains than a dude in a sweater vest
Dumped my old bitch, need a bitch with a better chest
4 Or 5 zeros on my checks, it's never less
Count it
You don't know talent, never been around it
Shit I spit cold as the tip of a mountain
Equipping my neck with some drip got me drownin'
I tripled my commas, shout out my accountant
A million really on top of my neck
Ice all on my wrist
Not a bread, a baguette
Fuck up on your bitch, she was tired of bad sex
How you tryna ball like me, you ain't get a bag yet
Taco Villa my cheese
I'm tryna Chia my green
I'm G O D of the scene
They gonna see what I mean
I'm gonna bust through the door like the Kool-Aid Man
Louis V store where I blew 10 grand
Mask on the face way before Corona
I want all the smoke like a massive stoner
Bars 'bout as hard as a massive boner
Shit talkin' gonna turn you to a casket owner
Me and the racks, holy matrimony
Many g's on me, can't match me homie
Smonk God tape that's classic, aye
Smoke my ops then ash it, aye
Really I'm It like I reside in Derry
They talk down on me but there is no comparing
I hop on a beat and to them it's too scary
They fear I might pop out the mirror like Mary
So boo
I give a fuck 'bout your crew
I drop a check on some kicks for the swoosh
All your shit reggie, I smoke you like boof
I know he a pussy, that boy need a douche
On god

Written by:
Alec Gomez, Danny Lopez

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