Aye
Okay
Look
It's God
Yeah
Yeah
Step in this bitch with the smokers
Lil rusty had to work on my aim
She using my hand as a choker
Pussy I promise you, we not the same
Twin flames, had to double the fye
Rare stones when you look in my eye
Keep a bad bitch with a Glock on her side
Hawkin' em down ain't no ducking from God
If the money down low like Vito
Mask up, bang bang he finito
Can't sing but I still hit C notes
My pockets 'bout big as my ego
Big ass Girbauds
3.5 in this roll
Ain't no savin' my soul
Baby, I'm cold
Iced
Black blade but the crown shining bright
Hellfire, not a match when I strike
Used to put kings on the wheels of my bike
Now I put heads of your kings on a spike
Sick of my sons tryna run off with the hype
I'm pissed
Say you gon kill bitch you better not miss
Niggas sidechain, duckin' shots in the mix
Double my cup I ain't sippin' on triss
Ride in sum low getting high than a bitch
Step in this bitch with the smokers
Lil rusty had to work on my aim
She using my hand as a choker
Pussy I promise you, we not the same
Twin flames, had to double the fye
Rare stones when you look in my eye
Keep a bad bitch with a Glock on her side
Hawkin' em down ain't no ducking from god
Where the ounces at
Bad lil vibe, she gon bounce that ass
Southside baby tip 4's on the slab
If J made the beat know I'm bound to spazz
Look
Ain't nowhere near my peak
Aye
New body my whip, shit sleek
Aye
A lot of yall sweet, not me
Too much pape can't think 'bout a lease
I'm geeked
Faced 4 g's
Load a fat bowl Imma sprinkle in keef
Ion get sleep
Move like a vamp
Blow out her back while the bass blow the amp
Pinky stone look like a tesseract, shit I be hardly low key
Diamonds dancing all in the dark like they was wrote by Joji
Bless this pack, what I'm smokin' holy like
Amen
Yeah
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S God - SMOKERZ Lyrics
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Aye
Okay
Look
It's God
Yeah
Yeah
Step in this bitch with the smokers
Lil rusty had to work on my aim
She using my hand as a choker
Pussy I promise you, we not the same
Twin flames, had to double the fye
Rare stones when you look in my eye
Keep a bad bitch with a Glock on her side
Hawkin' em down ain't no ducking from God
If the money down low like Vito
Mask up, bang bang he finito
Can't sing but I still hit C notes
My pockets 'bout big as my ego
Big ass Girbauds
3.5 in this roll
Ain't no savin' my soul
Baby, I'm cold
Iced
Black blade but the crown shining bright
Hellfire, not a match when I strike
Used to put kings on the wheels of my bike
Now I put heads of your kings on a spike
Sick of my sons tryna run off with the hype
I'm pissed
Say you gon kill bitch you better not miss
Niggas sidechain, duckin' shots in the mix
Double my cup I ain't sippin' on triss
Ride in sum low getting high than a bitch
Step in this bitch with the smokers
Lil rusty had to work on my aim
She using my hand as a choker
Pussy I promise you, we not the same
Twin flames, had to double the fye
Rare stones when you look in my eye
Keep a bad bitch with a Glock on her side
Hawkin' em down ain't no ducking from god
Where the ounces at
Bad lil vibe, she gon bounce that ass
Southside baby tip 4's on the slab
If J made the beat know I'm bound to spazz
Look
Ain't nowhere near my peak
Aye
New body my whip, shit sleek
Aye
A lot of yall sweet, not me
Too much pape can't think 'bout a lease
I'm geeked
Faced 4 g's
Load a fat bowl Imma sprinkle in keef
Ion get sleep
Move like a vamp
Blow out her back while the bass blow the amp
Pinky stone look like a tesseract, shit I be hardly low key
Diamonds dancing all in the dark like they was wrote by Joji
Bless this pack, what I'm smokin' holy like
Amen
Yeah
Okay
Look
It's God
Yeah
Yeah
Step in this bitch with the smokers
Lil rusty had to work on my aim
She using my hand as a choker
Pussy I promise you, we not the same
Twin flames, had to double the fye
Rare stones when you look in my eye
Keep a bad bitch with a Glock on her side
Hawkin' em down ain't no ducking from God
If the money down low like Vito
Mask up, bang bang he finito
Can't sing but I still hit C notes
My pockets 'bout big as my ego
Big ass Girbauds
3.5 in this roll
Ain't no savin' my soul
Baby, I'm cold
Iced
Black blade but the crown shining bright
Hellfire, not a match when I strike
Used to put kings on the wheels of my bike
Now I put heads of your kings on a spike
Sick of my sons tryna run off with the hype
I'm pissed
Say you gon kill bitch you better not miss
Niggas sidechain, duckin' shots in the mix
Double my cup I ain't sippin' on triss
Ride in sum low getting high than a bitch
Step in this bitch with the smokers
Lil rusty had to work on my aim
She using my hand as a choker
Pussy I promise you, we not the same
Twin flames, had to double the fye
Rare stones when you look in my eye
Keep a bad bitch with a Glock on her side
Hawkin' em down ain't no ducking from god
Where the ounces at
Bad lil vibe, she gon bounce that ass
Southside baby tip 4's on the slab
If J made the beat know I'm bound to spazz
Look
Ain't nowhere near my peak
Aye
New body my whip, shit sleek
Aye
A lot of yall sweet, not me
Too much pape can't think 'bout a lease
I'm geeked
Faced 4 g's
Load a fat bowl Imma sprinkle in keef
Ion get sleep
Move like a vamp
Blow out her back while the bass blow the amp
Pinky stone look like a tesseract, shit I be hardly low key
Diamonds dancing all in the dark like they was wrote by Joji
Bless this pack, what I'm smokin' holy like
Amen
Yeah
Writer: Alec Gomez
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