99 God - GALA Lyrics

Shooting all my shot I hit it out like cannon ball
I might look a little tipsy got me on some edible
Now Wtf my God Money money more
20 30 40 50 Body counting Now I gotta put em on the cutter put em in the gutter
Ripping out the bone outta his body doom on his body
Illumnati brain free man I can't be tamed
Whisper in ur ear
Tingling up a little all my hits are animal
Feeling so fine Like a dime piece
My narsiccistic overloaded high peak
Times go by Not on ur league
I'm either way too hot to u or I'm real geek
Wait a minute hold it up
Lemme start it up
Youngin be the wildest pour a bottle
Beat em beat em up
Finna turn the ceiling up turn the city up
Everybody Pour a bottle Beat the bottom Let me hit the Armageddon
20 30 40 50 Body counting Now I gotta
20 30 40 50 Body counting Now I gotta
20 30 40 50 Body counting Now I gotta Put em on the cutter put em in the gutter
Drop my top all black that's a mustang
All my bread sound the same go Ka Ching
I maintain manifest go stunning
Yadi yadi yadi yadi yadi yadi wow
Drop my top all black that's a mustang
All my bread sound the same go Ka Ching
I maintain manifest go stunning
Yadi yadi yadi yadi yadi yadi wow