novembxrszn - Jesus Piece Lyrics

Look honey, Dexter's done it
Yeah, it's 724, just pour me up a deuce That's a two and a four, huh, but my name not Loomo
We spin on that nigga three times, knock him out his shoes
They always ask me why I go so hard, cause bitch I got some of the prove
Let the beat drop, 808's, bust the roof
Busting through the speakers, she give brain like a teacher
Balenciaga fleece uh, hit that bitch then I peace out
I'm the MC, the boss, y'all so weak, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Hella blunts yeah I run through that shit, hella funds in this bitch, money make her do tricks
Gomo no mi, money stretch in this bitch
We shoot off the rip, get cross off the list
Dick in her mouth she get lisp, I'm a shark nigga you fish
Niggas say I'm crashing out, I'm lovin' it, all for the fun of it
Bentley Bentayga it give her a tummy ache
I don't do shit, my niggas tell me, why you hate
Get the Audemars and serve it right on the plate
Identity crisis, my niggas got plenty traits
F*ck up the Wraith, buy another, go celebrate
Give em some cheese, that nigga gon' tell whole case
All of my cars got custom gold plates
She take all my seed, I bust on her whole face
Lawyer like Brian Steel get the close case
Two and a four in the wock got me hype
Hit it from the back, I hit it with stride
Nigga, I'm heating up, fear for your life
Wood in the blunt, it's three.five
Money so tall, don't know my size
I'm way more bigger than a nigga realize
Back in this bitch like I got revived
Y'all try to put me down, it was a really good try
Treat that bitch like a rental, or trial
She f*ck up once, she start to expire
I'm so lit like I'm Laflame
New Jesus piece from Johnny Dang
Got two twins they go both ways
Go both ways in the Range or a Wraith
Where I come from, it's not a safe place
You talk on me, I'll send you to god, y'all have a date
Shout out to Pops for the bars on god
I'm really a star, don't know my place
Really losing my mind, the way I'm spazzing you would had thought I got laced
She treated me like a god on Allah
She really just tatted on my name, oh whoa
Born at the top of the hierarchy, whoa
Got shells, on shells, y'all don't want smoke
So I'm gon' make it out, that's on all of my folks
Just like Kodak, nigga drivin' the boat
Twenty carats down her throat, she choke
Like a bread factory, got hella loafs
Hella K's, that's all we tote
Said she gon' leave, okay, bitch, so
Pockets fat, like the ass on Latto
Nigga got hit, told him stop bein' a troll
It's 724, just pour me up a deuce That's a two and a four, huh, but my name not Loomo
We spin on that nigga three times, knock him out his shoes
They always ask me why I go so hard, cause bitch I got some of the prove
Let the beat drop, 808's, bust the roof
Busting through the speakers, she give brain like a teacher
Balenciaga fleece uh, hit that bitch then I peace out
I'm the MC, the boss, y'all so weak, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Nah, that's lit
Nah, that's lit as f*ck
Hold on