Terrance - G.O.D. Lyrics

I'm a G.O.D.
Like god, on god
Bitches f*ck with me
But I don't do fraud
On god
These rappers trash
But I just nod along (along)

And i'm tryna get my life together
Don't even matter bout the weather man
Life is so damn tough, it ain't forevor man
And i'm just bout to give up
Don't test my temper man
And homie better back up
Before I kill a man
I said i'm bouta blow up I said i'm going super sayan (aaahhhh)

I'm just kidding, i'm minding my own business
I hope I get it in your feelings
I hope that you f*cking with this
My mind is so sparatic
Don't wanna check up in the attic
Feeling so dramatic
I'm at a major disadvantage (ahhhhh)
This is too much
Too much for me too handle (ahhhhh)
Feeling heartache
Got me flamin like a candle (ahhhhh)

And I know i'm just a little rapper
But you know i'm bouta get there faster
Than my homies back in Buddha Pest (ahhhhh)

My homies riding
Yeah they vibin
Oh we rollin

We smokin righteous
Yeah just like us
Are we going

The 12 has got me slidin
Got me hidin
Got me flowin
But these bitch ass hoes be blowin
Knowin
That they just for showin

And I know that you know me
Drinking hot tea
Look over at a red light
And its sloppy
Sloppy toppy
Baby got me feeling
Naughty
Where the bathroom
I really gotta go (uh)

But these bitches f*cking with me
Like my name is whitney
Bouta get a 50
Bouta get to whippin sippin (yuuuuh)

Sipping on a 40
That's why my shawty so horny
That line was so damn corny
Keep on swimming like i'm Dori (what)
Sitting all alone in the rain
And its pouring (what)
It's getting kinda cold
Feel my pain
It's kinda boring (what)

Imma travel back in the past
In the Dalorean
With them hoes again
With flows again
Till we get to the end