The God Hour

(Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do) (uh) (Ay man, this joint crank fool) (My beeper just a-beepin' so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two) (Keys in my lap, just incase these niggas stangin') (uh) (I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip) (where) (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) (huh) (Keys in my lap, just incase these niggas stangin') (yeah) (I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip) ('Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip) (cash out) Used to sip red, now I'm sippin' on Wock' FedEx, I'm shipping gelato and locks Cover 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 Cover my arm, shoot when I reach I did it first and they got it from me Count up my deal, and I feel like Bruce Lee Prada my coat that I rock in the winter Word at my Benz 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 (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 Shout out 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 (uh) (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 incase these niggas stangin') (I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip) (what?) 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 my hobby After my show, 30 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 Maxes, 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 (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) (Ketchup, what? Bitch don't trip) ('Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip, pistol grip)