GOD of WAR (feat. Trippie Redd)

I'm shy, oh my God Yeah She say I'm her knight in shining armor, she say that she want me Fendi, Louis, and Balenciaga, hold the chop' like Tony Pull up to the block, they playin' possom, they don't even want it Baby, it ain't trickin' if you got it, have 'em pay that money Heard you talkin' crazy out your dome, I put a hundred on it Niggas don't wanna go to war, you ain't havin' no money (yeah) Pussy, I'm the God Of War, I'ma let it blow on me I'm a motherfuckin' carnivore, you better run from me Yeah I like to eat on a snitch (haha) Diamonds, they dancin' my neck You talkin' that shit then you get a lil' TEC (bow) Uh, don't try to test Ayy, we down in school She get a detention, no, she do not listen Diamonds, they dancin' on me and they glisten Draymond Green, palms itchin' Bitch, I'm on demon time, I'm Palm Angels Flex on a bitch, Kurt Angle Hit from the back from a certain angle She said that she hungry, take her to Bojangles I wanted the Audi, Bugatti, the Wrangler I can't save my ho like Django .223 I'll let your brain go Master Chief, I see them halos She say I'm her knight in shining armor, she say that she want me Fendi, Louis, and Balenciaga, hold the chop' like Tony Pull up to the block, they playin' possom, they don't even want it Baby, it ain't trickin' if you got it, have 'em pay that money Heard you talkin' crazy out your dome, I put a hundred on it Niggas don't wanna go to war, you ain't havin' no money (yeah) Pussy, I'm the God Of War, I'ma let it blow on me I'm a motherfuckin' carnivore, you better run from me I'm so fly and see me in a Jag' Diamonds water, y'all can see that I'm flexin' Rockin' rings like the meanest who plex Hit the jeweler, I'm flyer, like clean my Rolex (fly) Cuttin' dope, girl, we needin' a stretch Blowin' O's, it's relivin' the stress (blowin' them O's) We get low then we hittin' your safe We get low then we hittin' your face It goes bang on the block every time I see a Brink's truck Look at the Franck-o, or Cuban link Got a nurse that bust scripts every time she see a Blood That went over you head, get geeked up (ha) Every day in her stomach and I'm 'bout to deeper I go to work on that pussy, roll my sleeve up Fill lungs with gas, don't crash, need a breather She talk a lot and I don't believe her We let it bang like I'm on the meter Boujee little bitch, oh my, what a diva I know you hit the codeine so don't try my liquor Never let a buddy in 'less that's your mean plug (yeah) If you gettin' money for sure, then we should link up Pull up in that foreign you like, but with the cream up I'ma the get the mop and the stick for the clean up She be talkin' shit (yeah) on the pills but wanna beam up She say I'm her knight in shining armor, she say that she want me Fendi, Louis, and Balenciaga, hold the chop' like Tony Pull up to the block, they playin' possom, they don't even want it Baby, it ain't trickin' if you got it, have 'em pay that money Heard you talkin' crazy out your dome, I put a hundred on it Niggas don't wanna go to war, you ain't havin' no money (yeah) Pussy, I'm the God Of War, I'ma let it blow on me I'm a motherfuckin' carnivore, you better run from me I can't explain, ooh, ooh I can't explain, ooh, ooh I can't explain, ooh, ooh I can't explain, ooh, ooh