ONLY GOD (feat. AJ Tracey)

Bumper, drug them, fuck them I don't love them, dump them slumped, put them Bumper, drug them, fuck them I don't love them, dump them slumped, put them (geenaro) (So, I'm going to Ghana) All my watches fact set, you know I wear them out (heh) Pretty women always plotting on my whereabouts (on my whereabouts) I ain't hiding any problems, we can air 'em out (we can air 'em out) Niggas yapping 'bout some shit that I don't care about (you yapping) Independent, ran it up and made a fair amount (made a lot) Packs for everybody, I can share 'em out (I got a lot) I can block a movement if I say so (if I say so) Word to Justin, man, I'm all about the pеso (let's get it) I ain't hearing any disses, that's some white noise (some white noise) Trying to war with us is boring, we don't buy toys (brr) I don't know what you was doing during lockdown (what was you doing?) But I went plat and made a hundred off of Litecoin (made a hundred) Tell the waitress bring a Sprite and I'ma come again (why?) Like, I ain't really drinking, gimme one of them (just one of them) Wanna smoke with my niggas? That's a lot of blem (that's a lot of smoke) Tell the haters, "yallah, goodbye" like I'm Summer Cem (huh) Oh no, Mamacita macht mich loco (loco) Vielleicht siehst du mich nie wieder, mach ein Foto (whoa) I bet my old friends blowin' up my old phone (Trace-O) Same broke bruddas tryna call me bro-bro (whoo) Zu viel Ice am Nacken, minus tausend Grad (yeah) Keine kann mich judgen, Baba, only God (Facts) A hundred thousand on my neck, it's hypothermia (bling-blaow) Only God can judge me, walk in shows and tell 'em, "Turn me up" (grr, grr) Born ready, order bitte noch mehr Dom Peri' La-Ladys erkennen mich an meinem ernorm'n Belly (ja) Schmeiße Paper in die Luft als wär es Konfitti Mach den scheiß Laden dicht, tutto completti Uno, dos, tres, wennn ein Hurensohn stresst Werden Kugeln frisch geputzt, ich hab Shooters on set (boh, boh) Ich hab Killers on hold, Triggerfingers on load Bitte, Bro, mach nicht auf Karate Tiger, Jean-Claude Su-Summer Cem, Shabba Ranks, sammel Rubber-Bands Hundert K in der Matratze auf der Mama pennt Link up mit AJ, Global Harekets (yeah, yeah) Whole Squad macht den Kansas-City-Shuffle-Dance (Wow) wow, diesen Kanack kriegt ihr nie gemanaged Jeder Deal den ich signe minimum siebenstellig Ring am Finger circa sieben Carats Ich bin auf Whopper und meine Bitches auf Caesar Salad (huh) Oh no, Mamacita macht mich loco (loco) Vielleicht siehst du mich nie wieder, mach ein Foto (whoa) I bet my old friends blowin' up my old phone (Trace-O) Same broke bruddas tryna call me bro-bro (whoo) Zu viel Ice am Nacken, minus tausend Grad (yeah) Keine kann mich judgen, Baba, only God (Facts) A hundred thousand on my neck, it's hypothermia (bling-blaow) Only God can judge me, walk in shows and tell 'em, "Turn me up" (grr, grr)