WTM Scoob - God's Crib Lyrics

I got a problem gotta kick the twisted tea
I worry nada cuz I'm on magenta pink
I got a problem I don't think my dookie stink
Cuz if I'm number one you might be two or three

What would you win if you played around with me
Maybe a headshot you might get yo bitch bed rocked
I invested in so many niggas from Detroit I feel like bedrock
I might be dressing bummy but I'm super like I'm hancock
I ain't pull no bands out
She pulled my ksubi pants down
I had the brightness smile but I seen it make my mans frown
They ain't give the boy a hand but the steady wanting handouts
I tried to pass my team the ball but they was focused on the cheerleaders
If I admit it I don't really f*ck with bitches over two liters
Keep in mind she not a keeper tread lightly she a crew eater
Peep how they hate when you got balls like they vegeta
See what I'm saying

You can't be super man
You can't be clark kent
These niggas mad I get more ass than they neighborhood park bench
This neighborhood button up cost me a small apartment
Shit be killing me like every day I feel like I'm with cartman
This bitch then blew me all damn day Nintendo cartridge
I got sixty-four reasons why the f*ck I got no heart left
I got all these angels round me like I died and went to God crib
I been working hard as f*ck like my mama in the projects
(But Scoob I love Sydney)