"God's Schedule" lyrics

Me tryna keep up with all my hoes gettin' stressful
Stuck up in the hood, still pussy, I left ya
Never gave a fuck, fuck a nigga, God bless ya
Send him to the lord, add that boy to God's schedule

I just fucked your ho, got some face in my bathrobe
No Flex Zone, I don't brag so why they mad for?
So high off that Ganja, got a nigga feelin' astral
He say he want smoke, boy, be careful what you ask for
Grab my M14 and rip that nigga a new asshole
Way before the virus, I would pop out with my mask on
Feel like Soulja Boy, hop out the bed and turn my swag on
I don't got no waves, but got a Gucci du-rag on
Momma had seven kids, but I'm the one she brag on
Never bought my bitch a purse, but got a Birkin Bag on
G-Stars hold my XD, so you know my pants gon' sag on
The next nigga to test me, get a big black plastic bag on

Me tryna keep up with all my hoes gettin' stressful
Stuck up in the hood, still pussy, I left ya
Never gave a fuck, fuck a nigga, God bless ya
Send him to the lord, add that boy to God's schedule

Send him to the lord, add that boy to God's schedule
Send him to the lord, add that boy to God's schedule
Send him to the lord, add that boy to God-god-god-god-god-god-god