God 3

[Hook]
Yes Im allergic to fuck niggas
Hell nah Ion fuck wit cha
No u cannot hit my cup nigga
Im in love wit them bucks nigga
Ridin round wit glizzy tucked nigga
We dont trust nigga, we’ll bust nigga
Light blicks, we’ll rush nigga, let it bust nigga, hit em up nigga

[Verse 1]
Catch me in traffic wit 3 automatics
Ride wit that nina I feel like Im Pappy
Hit his ass up disappear like its magic
Shot in his face man that shit was so tragic
Nigga got hit man that nigga was lackin
Shootas start shootin jus like he john (?)
Bomb his whole hood osama bin laden
Bitch u know Im good at gettin them jacksons
Im in love wit cash bitch I get guapo
Chillin wit the plug call em El Chapo
Niggas want beef, put shells in his taco
Always in the hood like I do auto
Bands after bands like I jus hit the lotto
Get money fuck bitches man thats my new motto
Sippin muddy trouble dont pop no bottles
(?) jeans, I dont wear no cargo
Juggin on the road, gettin it n gettin it
Fuckin different hoes, women n women
Niggas mad cause we winnin n winnin
Lord please clear my soul Im sinnin n sinnin
My bitch at the store told my bitch do the dishes
Bro at the back do’ yeah we serve out the kitchen
Whippin n whippin them (?) my vision
Bakin soda yeah we servin them chickens
Concrete full bentley go hard
They ain't wanna let me n Ima (?)
He say he a killa but ain't got no heart
Say he a trappa but ain't movin hard
Make it very scary pull up n spark
.45 bulldog let it bark
Shoot his ass down, pull off n park
Me n 2 ninas jus had a minaj