Yung Flyy God - GOD

I get high out my mind ima geeker
Got that money in my pocket I won’t stop got to let em know me and my Gs official
Murder on my mind I’m feeling jus like melly got to free him that my n**** that for real
Aye n**** talking foul he get a tech for that I’m in here wit all my dawgs n**** we the Wolfpack
And boy we can’t kick wit no flaw nigga can’t hang wit that
And this time I stepped out wit a big bag
Big God he that muthafucka aye then I’m blowing cookies
Aye and his bitch she wit me yeuh cause she looking
Ima show the bit how to get in her bag
Perfect attendance yeuh n**** never missed a day in the trap
4500 In my pocket n**** that still ain’t enough
Aye n**** caught him a big this morning still ain’t enough
N**** want him a big chain on his bitch n**** gotta cuff it
Aye ion even trip on theses hoes Big God having dozens
Rolling hard n**** had to go pop a xanny gotta slow down in the trap
N**** moving fast wit it
Don’t keep yo nose in my rounds n**** dat bad business
Then my hitman he gon pull up and jus hit dem n*****
I get high out my mind ima geeker
Got that money in my pocket I won’t stop got to let em know me and my Gs official
Murder on my mind I’m feeling jus like melly got to free him that my n**** that for real
Aye n**** talking foul he get a tech for that I’m in here wit all my dawgs n**** we the Wolfpack
And boy we can’t kick wit no flaw nigga can’t hang wit that
And this time I stepped out wit a big bag
I’m jus a young n**** wit a big bag
And I know these n***** will switch for that cheese cause they all rats
And I know this lil bitch I be breaking bread off to she just a gnat
Should’ve listen to my daddy these bitches ain’t nun
N**** ran it up jus to fuck it up then a n**** put it right back
They be like damn Big God got the block hot real fast
Ran the numbers up n**** can go old school buy me a lac
Aye now a n**** want faster shit might cop a jag
I get high out my mind ima geeker
Got that money in my pocket I won’t stop got to let em know me and my Gs official
Murder on my mind I’m feeling jus like melly got to free him that my n**** that for real
Aye n**** talking foul he get a tech for that I’m in here wit all my dawgs n**** we the Wolfpack
And boy we can’t kick wit no flaw nigga can’t hang wit that
And this time I stepped out wit a big bag

Written by:
Courtland Ross

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