Bitchmob Preacher

I dont even write my lyrics i go crazy as fuck
I dont even write my lyrics i just spit shit off the top
Your bitch at my crib and she gonna give me top
Based boy season acid souljah on top
Based boy season i be with the bitchmob
I might catch a body for the bitchmob
I might catch a homi for the bitchmob
Bitch wanna fuck cause she know im bitchmob
She tryna spend my money that gon make my dick soft
She tryna come to the crib bitch kick rocks
I know im the shit and im finna be on top
Im egotistical and conceded as fuck
Lookin in the mirror i look pretty as fuck
Lookin in the mirror and i look just like god
Lookin in the mirror and i look like jesus christ
I ain't gonna lie im the new jеsus christ
If he came back i would crucify him twice
I just robbеd a white plug and his name was bryce
Finessed him for a cart and i sold his mom ice
Im buyin what i want i dont care about the price
I spaz on every song i dont even gotta try
I could probably fuck your bitch i dont even gotta try
Im the hardest out here doin this i put that on my life
Im just tryna blow up and retire with my wife