The God Hour

歌詞

Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do Ayy Manny, this joint crank fool Where the sheets and funnels at, Spizz? Used to sip red, now I'm sippin' on Wock' FedEx, I'm shipping gelato and locks Covering the weed up, we plantin' the crop AMG engine, it come with no key I'm on the beach, I got sand on my feet Gun by my arm, shoot when I rеach I did it first and they got it from me Count up my deal and I feel likе Bruce Lee Prada my coat that I rock in the winter Run up my bands and I'm up 'til September When you get famous, they never remember C.R.E.A.M in my pocket, I feel like I'm RZA, uh Come get that work, tell that ho' to flip that, twerk Nigga, this my turf nigga, it's my turn B.G., Hot Boy, this that Turk, homeboy kilt look like skirt Don't get murked, heh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dressed like Aquemini, gentle guy, no, I ain't femini' Long as I keep my hands sanitized I'ma come clean I just realized with no analyze Money can't fit in my pocket no more 'cause I'm sample sized Shoutout to Max, shoutout my guys Slide out the back, slide out the side Bought a new drop just to shoot out the top Just to shoot out the top Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do My beeper just a-beepin' so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip I was at Coachella high off the molly Taking them mushrooms, I'm out of my body Natural be blooming, I'm smoking biscotti Nigga Chanel, white like a Nazi Hop in the booth, that work be my hobby After my show, thirty bitches in lobby Money on Whitney, look at them Bobby Marino on my clothing, it drench down my body My denim they bummin', they orange like a pumpkin Stone Island exclusive, I got it from London Nike Air Max, to the money I'm running I gotta go get it but can't do no fumbling Come get that work, tell that ho' to flip that, twerk Nigga, this my turf nigga, it's my turn B.G., Hot Boy, this that Turk, homeboy kilt look like skirt Don't get murked, heh Yeah, I get money I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip