"Look At GOD Freestyle" lyrics
(feat. TIS Rico)
(Okay, KMoney) Huh, ayy
Yeah, ooh
I got bad bitches textin' me "where you at?"
Bitch, any fuckin' 'round, that you throwin' at
Bitch, hold on
Finna
Ayy
Ayy, yeah
Hmm
Who ain't want a ho? Fuck it
Bitch, I fry, flyin' down the Six, just me and live
Oh my God, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and Ton, ayy
I see my old bitch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy
I hop out that foreign like it's Prime, look at God, ayy
Bring it up with Swan, now I got swans in my palm, ayy
I just cut your lil' bitch off for good, I got my mind made
Bebe kid got rich off bendin' rules, I promise crime pays
Eatin', bitch, I got my dough up like an I8
I ate, get it, nigga?
Yeah, he crisp, but he soft as hell, boy a chicken tender
Broke nigga, keep your two cents, this ain't Feed the Children
Slide down in some Christian Loubs, I hope Jesus with me
Fuck a nigga bitch, pussy cry about it
Yeah, that lil' ho contagious, nigga, Ron Isley
Ho, the killer you be runnin' from just high-fived me
Hatin'-ass nigga, you and your bitch side-eyeing, huh, ayy
Get to runnin' from these shells when they start flyin'
Get excited from the fiends when they start buyin'
I'ma need that chicken straight, yeah, I'ma draw nine
Nigga, I be on the grind, this for hard times
Bitch seen me, act like she was blind, she ain't notice me
Jugged him for a couple lines just because we know he sweet
Jugged him for a couple lines and he ain't even know it's tea
Hit his block, blew it down, he ain't even know the streets
Bitch, I fry, flyin' down the Six, just me and live
Oh my God, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and Ton, ayy
I see my old bitch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy
I hop out that foreign like it's Prime, look at God, ayy
Bring it up with Swan, now I got swans in my palm, ayy
I just cut your lil' bitch off for good, I got my mind made
Bebe kid got rich off bendin' rules, I promise crime pays
Eatin', bitch, I got my dough up like an I8
Know I got my fuckin' dough up
Told her I got fifty bitches, she like so what?
She gon' cry when I cut her off, her hopes up
Ayy, catch me on the East with that 40, I go dumb
Treat these lil' bitches like trash cans, we gon' dump, ayy
Called a nigga Reebok how I hit him with pump, ayy
Smokin' in an Uber, I just tipped a goofy nigga with a fake card
But these days, everything free 'cause of my face card
Defensive player of the year, I love to take charge
Know I keep the blower on my side like I paint cars
G Money keep clutchin', give him a reason
Ironic how I'm loadin' up and I'm freezin'
O and Rico, niggas know I P a demon, ayy
Ayy, these niggas sleep on me, these niggas dreamin', ayy
Ayy, don't cuff a nigga 'til all these bitches teamin', ayy
Ayy, don't fuck these hoes, bro, all these bitches stinkin', ayy
Bitch, I fry, flyin' down the Six, just me and live
Oh my God, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and Ton, ayy
I see my old bitch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy
I hop out that foreign like it's Prime, look at God, ayy
Bring it up with Swan, now I got swans in my palm, ayy
I just cut your lil' bitch off for good, I got my mind made
Bebe kid got rich off bendin' rules, I promise crime pays
Eatin', bitch, I got my dough up like an I8
Yeah, ooh
I got bad bitches textin' me "where you at?"
Bitch, any fuckin' 'round, that you throwin' at
Bitch, hold on
Finna
Ayy
Ayy, yeah
Hmm
Who ain't want a ho? Fuck it
Bitch, I fry, flyin' down the Six, just me and live
Oh my God, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and Ton, ayy
I see my old bitch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy
I hop out that foreign like it's Prime, look at God, ayy
Bring it up with Swan, now I got swans in my palm, ayy
I just cut your lil' bitch off for good, I got my mind made
Bebe kid got rich off bendin' rules, I promise crime pays
Eatin', bitch, I got my dough up like an I8
I ate, get it, nigga?
Yeah, he crisp, but he soft as hell, boy a chicken tender
Broke nigga, keep your two cents, this ain't Feed the Children
Slide down in some Christian Loubs, I hope Jesus with me
Fuck a nigga bitch, pussy cry about it
Yeah, that lil' ho contagious, nigga, Ron Isley
Ho, the killer you be runnin' from just high-fived me
Hatin'-ass nigga, you and your bitch side-eyeing, huh, ayy
Get to runnin' from these shells when they start flyin'
Get excited from the fiends when they start buyin'
I'ma need that chicken straight, yeah, I'ma draw nine
Nigga, I be on the grind, this for hard times
Bitch seen me, act like she was blind, she ain't notice me
Jugged him for a couple lines just because we know he sweet
Jugged him for a couple lines and he ain't even know it's tea
Hit his block, blew it down, he ain't even know the streets
Bitch, I fry, flyin' down the Six, just me and live
Oh my God, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and Ton, ayy
I see my old bitch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy
I hop out that foreign like it's Prime, look at God, ayy
Bring it up with Swan, now I got swans in my palm, ayy
I just cut your lil' bitch off for good, I got my mind made
Bebe kid got rich off bendin' rules, I promise crime pays
Eatin', bitch, I got my dough up like an I8
Know I got my fuckin' dough up
Told her I got fifty bitches, she like so what?
She gon' cry when I cut her off, her hopes up
Ayy, catch me on the East with that 40, I go dumb
Treat these lil' bitches like trash cans, we gon' dump, ayy
Called a nigga Reebok how I hit him with pump, ayy
Smokin' in an Uber, I just tipped a goofy nigga with a fake card
But these days, everything free 'cause of my face card
Defensive player of the year, I love to take charge
Know I keep the blower on my side like I paint cars
G Money keep clutchin', give him a reason
Ironic how I'm loadin' up and I'm freezin'
O and Rico, niggas know I P a demon, ayy
Ayy, these niggas sleep on me, these niggas dreamin', ayy
Ayy, don't cuff a nigga 'til all these bitches teamin', ayy
Ayy, don't fuck these hoes, bro, all these bitches stinkin', ayy
Bitch, I fry, flyin' down the Six, just me and live
Oh my God, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and Ton, ayy
I see my old bitch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy
I hop out that foreign like it's Prime, look at God, ayy
Bring it up with Swan, now I got swans in my palm, ayy
I just cut your lil' bitch off for good, I got my mind made
Bebe kid got rich off bendin' rules, I promise crime pays
Eatin', bitch, I got my dough up like an I8
