Dreamcast Flex

[Verse 1: Original God]
God I'll be the one that you see
Pullin' up with a 500 loli's up on me
I'm strapped up to the chest
With my squad feelin' blessed
And my wrist lookin' cold Arizona ice tea
My shooters artistic there lookin' for bitches
My [?] postin' up feelin' mystiqe
Still spitting' bars with the flow
I'm takin' your hoe and showin' up kickin' the door in
Bitch I'ma kill
Bitch I'ma killer for real
Bitch I'ma killer for real
When I'm makin' a deal on the track lookin' trill
I ain't dealin' dope only dealin' with phons
When they play me in games always losing smash bros
Catch me at [?]
Only time I have 7 is if she's [?]

[Verse 2: Bella Lugxsi]
[?]

[Verse 3: GG Neeks]
Always on me like white girl
But I'm fuckin' tonight
I usually fuck a pipe girl
So she suckin' tonight
These [?] hoes got twice of my wealth
So I swim in that pussy like I'm Michael Phelps
Give her good dick so she know nothing else
We can work shit [?]
Yeah I cast spells
Bitches on me you know I got [?]
Creepin' up out the cut with my g's
[?] ain't free you preach what you preach
But I don't see no heat
You not shootin' up frees
Family hungry I'm makin' beats
Sick of these roaches all under me sheets
If I spit it I live it
You know I'm getting [?]
Shoutout [?] bitch