S God & Big Smonk - Bermuda

Sippin' on H2O
God never lack, don't play with bro
Kill these shows
Bitches know SMG boutta blow
Hundred thou to five hundred thousand
Feel like Future way I'm money countin'
When we in Bermuda we stay with the shooters
He talkin' too crazy, get smoked like a hookah

Shawty wanna ride
You know I'm gonna slide
Baby hold the gat, put that shit by your side
I'm on one, so lil bitch don't kill the vibe
We smoke strong, got me floatin' in the sky
And
I don't give a fuck if they like me
Keep a double barrel, that's siamese
She pokin' out her tits like sign these
Droptop swearvin' through the light breeze
I just want fuck up some commas
I want a whip with the paint job Obama
I want lil mama she bad as Madonna
Lil shawty gon come to bed with no pajamas
Penthouse view bitch I been up at the top
Loser Lover shit, bitch I been about the bops
And they don't gotta like me but they gotta give me props
'Cause ain't nobody but me that be movin' like a God

Sippin' on H2O
God never lack, don't play with bro
Kill these shows
Bitches know SMG boutta blow
Hundred thou to five hundred thousand
Feel like Future way I'm money countin'
When we in Bermuda we stay with the shooters
He talkin' too crazy, get smoked like a hookah

I am a natural spitter
I am a natural spinner
I am a natural drug dealer to the killers
Who pop two fuckas who tried dealing
I am a winner
I am a natural sinner
I am a natural dripper
Not natural with ya
I am a natural sipper
I am a natural killer
Not cappin' niggas
How you gon act like you with us
Why you still here with four figures
Man fuck out my business
Talking bout sacks when I'm handling bags
Talk about meeting like bitch where you at?
Circle yo pad
Hit the stash and dash
Then run off with the cash fast
Blast
All these fuckers that wanna talk trash
Pass
All of the bullshit in past
Damn
Smoke therapy we stay hitting the gas
Who the fuck laughing when I put yo ass
In last
Drop off of the racks
Bands in my hand while I'm trying to last
Irony
Cracking the ivory
Gat
I stay cooking up dope ass rhymes in the back
Track
Got bout 2 million off a rack
Breaking the ceiling with all of these tracks

Sippin' on H2O
God never lack, don't play with bro
Kill these shows
Bitches know SMG boutta blow
Hundred thou to five hundred thousand
Feel like Future way I'm money countin'
When we in Bermuda we stay with the shooters
He talkin' too crazy, get smoked like a hookah

I am not one to play with
They know how I roll
Baby I'm not who you stay with
I'm just here for the show
We blowin' a big bag
Do you dig that

Written by:
Alec Gomez, Danny Lopez

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