[Hook: S God]
Ooo damn, why they wanna hate me
S God, I be flexin' up in HD
Pretty as a bitch so the girls wanna date me
Dead boy rappin' why the masses underrate me
Ooo damn, why they wanna hate me
S God, I be flexin' up in HD
Pretty as a bitch so the girls wanna date me
Dead boy rappin' why the masses underrate me
[Verse 1: S God]
I take a seat in my palace, little swig of the chalice
I'm on a roll lil hoe, proof is all in the status
I'm boutta cop me a Patek, your house the size of my attic
Flexin' hard 'cause I remember times that I didn't have it
Drip drip with the sauce, see my diamonds on Voss
Takin' everything inside the game except for a loss
And other things of that nature
Bitch I'm whipin' that Vader
But I might switch it to McLaren just like T the Creator
Lil bitch better respect, or I might come for your neck
'Cause see my pimp game strong when I come to collect
I put the pressure on the game, now they breaking a sweat
I slap a bitch so hard you gon' need to see a vet
Floss hard like you do to your teeth in the morning
I'm a savage, I'll let off 21 with no warning
See you should've stopped me early, been a legend in forming
Now I'm about to kill the game and leave these villians in mourning
[Hook: S God]
Ooo damn, why they wanna hate me
S God, I be flexin' up in HD
Pretty as a bitch so the girls wanna date me
Dead boy rappin' why the masses underrate me
Ooo damn, why they wanna hate me
S God, I be flexin' up in HD
Pretty as a bitch so the girls wanna date me
Dead boy rappin' why the masses underrate me
Ooo damn, why they wanna hate me
S God, I be flexin' up in HD
Pretty as a bitch so the girls wanna date me
Dead boy rappin' why the masses underrate me
Ooo damn, why they wanna hate me
S God, I be flexin' up in HD
Pretty as a bitch so the girls wanna date me
Dead boy rappin' why the masses underrate me
[Verse 2: S God]
Pull up and I'm lettin' off the shots, fuck
Your knees better fall to the rocks, duck
Wishin' you could take the spot well bitch you out of luck
Try to touch my crown and you'll be swallowing these bucks, suck
It's not my fault that all you fucking suck
Get a better ghost writer if you wanna catch up
I got 2 katana blades if anybody act up
If you gotta prove your worth then you're really not that tuff
You fake
I ain't really fuckin' with you snakes
How you build a glass castle and expect it not to break
I be risin' up like Vorhees out the lake, give me space or my blade will rip your face, like wait
You ain't got enough in the bank
To say you ballin' like me 'cause you ain't
I got gold all on my fangs, 'round my neck a devil chain
Sink my poison in your veins like