GOD TALKIN SHHH

(Whoo-whoo) yeah, they thought I was motherfuckin' pilgrim (damn, bih)

They thought I was motherfuckin' pilgrim (yeah)

Geeked up, member, top dog, real top dog

Ran off on the -, we popped out and shoot a motherfucker

Uh, we just pulled up outside, got it all like a pilgrim (pilgrim)

Yeah, why they like this sound? I fuck they eardrum (shh, shh)

Yeah, call me like a coin, I make that money pump

Yeah, shoot 'em with that buck shot, I'm pump (pump, pump)

Fuckin' these twats up, uh (ha)

We been fuckin' these knots up, we done got these bands up (bands up)

(Ooh) make the money twerk like a motherfuckin' dancer

I can do whatever the fuck, I won't get cancelled

(Ooh) why you join this army? You gon' serve these fuckin' bands (ah)

(Ooh) don't tell me shit 'bout what the fuck you ever can do

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) you can show me books, I'm gon' burn us like a candle

Bitch, I'm front and center, yeah, Julius Randle

New York like the knicks, and I still got my shank, huh

Mini gun on top of that blick (boop-boop-boop), sitting on that tank

And I still got my army, yeah, fuck what you think

Yeah, I'm still a drug addict, still sippin' mighty, yeah

Shawty don't even know what's up with them, we overseas

Most them don't even know the CEO, that's how I see it

All my baby suck my dick every time I pull my pants up

You say you get this bread, but you work at Quiznos

Real shit, that -, the boy dead

Yeah, only real ones know what's that

A lot of brothers ain't have my back

I'on feel a way, I cut them off easy

Yeah, I take that slice, and take that shit cheesy

Yeah, all them rats, all them mice, Swiss cheesy

Yeah, I'm Jesus with these thorns, bitch, I'm still bleedin' (doo-doo-doo)

I was young when I seen them aliens come (doo-doo-doo)

They told me what to do and what to run (eh)

I'on even try to be mean or try to be this or that (bih)

I try to do what the fuck I do and run that back (oh yeah)

(A-whoo) they forgot a-whoo, like I would, I'm the wolf, yeah

Taliban my head like a shaman, like a monk, yeah (a-whoo)

Yeah, you gettin' chewed, bitch, like some bubblegum that's run through

Top dog, big boy, yeah, I do my grunt (uh)

No, we not no quarterbacks at all, but we gon' punt through (a-whoo)

Yeah, I fuck that twat up, show me what that cunt do

You know Yeat the -, member when he come through

They see seven on seven tied, I'ma teach you 'bout severance

'Least I know how to turn it, 737 on bad mitten

Lil' bitch banded, we gon' give you a baby

Tuck you in your bed and we passin' you the blinky

Rolly-polly .308, we shoot 'em like the minky

I ain't sober, I'ma geek soldier when I'm drinkin'

(Huh, yeah, yeah, hol' up) hold your thought, shut the fuck up while I'm thinkin'

(Huh, hol' up, hol' up, huh) big gun, big truck, pull up with that minky

(Huh, yeah) watch 'em fall down like you drown, like you sinkin' (sink)

Yeah, I cut you off like I'm blind, ain't no blinkin' (yeah, whoo)

(Whoo-whoo) yeah, they thought I was motherfuckin' pilgrim (damn, bih)

They thought I was motherfuckin' pilgrim (yeah)

Geeked up, member, top dog, real top dog

Ran off on the -, we popped out and shoot a motherfucker