Oh My God (feat. Kudde$)

I'm a king without a crown and I don't give a fuck I can sing without a doubt but like to switch it up I'ma give you something louder than whats in this blunt Bitch i'm bout to show you how I can down in the club I been a man since, I came to this planet (came to this planet) I'm faded like damn it My keys and my wallet done vanished (they fuckin gone!) Lose all my shit when I'm drinkin Do everything without thinkin It used to be only on weekends Now I just party, pop molly, i'm tweakin Yuh, i'm a kid and I love it I like to tell the truth when spittin They just kiddin no Kudde$ (jk thats me) Umm, I'ma get it no what-ifs They say content my main intent is always staying in front I'm like, what up? ya'll now rockin with Kudde$ Yeah, blunts lit, eyes red, got everything I ever wanted And i'm always blunted if being 100 I'm young and I'm rugged but still got it made They just be huffin and puffin cuz I got ahead I got ahead much better My head's much more clever I been this up forever They just got tucked in bed, go figure They just want bread, mo chedda Mo chedda, Mo chedda They just want bread, mo chedda But they ain't get what they ain't gon take And they gon take shit cuz Kudde$ won't let em like Oh my God They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God (YAH) They just like oh my God, oh my God (YAH) They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God I'm strapped and ready to go I got this blunt and this fat one to smoke I don't give fucks homie thats how it goes so round me, yeah We can burn one, we can burn two Ah fuck it man you know we always hittin round three Yeah we gon get faded We gon turn up in this bitch like I'm fucked up and shit And I really can't even explain it But fuck it, its great and I love it They know the name and its Kudde$ They know I stay with my brothas And we in this bitch never sleepin Homie I'll always repeat it I think i'm finally peakin Why'd I think I might be tweakin? I'm off the shits every weekend I'm off the shits every weekend, hey, like oh my God God damn another song about smokin Ah man I need ganja to cope with That all that they talk bout is me and my dopeness And how they don't like me but fuck it they notice But fuck it they notice, yea but fuck it they notice So i'ma just sip my tea, let em get hyphy like... Oh my God They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God They just like oh my God, oh my God They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God They just like oh my God, oh my God K-U Bitch! K-U-D-D 3-1-9 Kuddes and Paimon Bitch!