Whip

[Verse 1: S God]
Shoutout Blake, hoodie ain't even on right
Neck pillow brace when I hit her with the long pipe
Keep my hoe spoiled, she got used to my card swipe
Red dot hit you like a Call of Duty snipe
Sauce drippin' off me like the sky drop hail
Bitch I've been the shit since ("You've got mail")
Killin' this rap shit and my skin is pale
My discog divine, the new Holy Grail
Seen the brutality so it's fuck 12
If they wanna take me in then they better duck shells
Boy you just a fat mans bitch like an elf
I'm the greatest seller ever, product flying off the shelf
Yung S God, SMG be the clique
Actin' like a bitch, wet you up with them dicks
Percoset mixed in with a little molly
Call me Santa Clause 'cause that mix keep me jolly

[Hook: S God]
I want a whip
I want a house
I want a bitch, to fuck like a spouse
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a house
I want a bitch, to fuck like a spouse
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a whip

[Verse 2: S God]
You don't want smoke, you don't want static
I see you flexin' but boy you don't have it
I want a whip, I water whip
I pop a bean, then fuck on your bitch
When I come around you out of luck, uh
Stupid lil bitch shut the fuck, yuh
Pull up the shotty, load it up then pump
Line up my shot, 3 shells to your gut
Take a brick, chop it up, send it back real quick
I don't want silicone, I want me a real bitch
If rap don't work I'mma go and hit a lick
Pull up with the stick, hit you up real slick
Rollie on my wrist and it don't even tick
All my guns got clips 'bout the size of my dick
Rollie on my wrist and it don't even tick
All my guns got clips 'bout the size of my dick

[Hook: S God]
I want a whip
I want a house
I want a bitch, to fuck like a spouse
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a house
I want a bitch, to fuck like a spouse
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a whip
I want a whip

[Verse 3: S God]
No you can't judge, no you can't judge
My blunt got the grass and my cup got the mud
My diamonds is drippin', I'm causing a flood
Make it run red like I'm reppin' the blood
SMG this is our year, huh
I'mma kill everything you hold dear, yuh
The time of the God is quite near, aye
All you faggot rappers stay clear, what
I just wanna know why you thinkin' you could fuck with me
She just wanna know if it's cool for her to touch on me
Fuck all that talkin', my team is 'bout action
I chop you in half like a motherfuckin' fraction
It's over it's over, you cannot survive
Got death on my mind, and red in my eyes
Pull up behind you dressed in a disguise
Kill those I despise with a deadly surprise
I fuck on your main bitch and give no reply
Fuck you and your feelings, I don't do polite
If you don't wanna die I suggest you comply
You are now in the presence of the living dead tonight
Bitch all my homies vampires and monsters
Always be down when it's time for the slaughter
Name one rapper that maybe is hotter
And I kill his ass on stage at my concert