626 God - Hit-Boy

Look

Reachin' new heights

Can’t lose sight

Volume on high

Loud weed, loud pipes

Big dawg heavy

I don’t think you niggas ready

In the cut with my relly

Chrome on the box Chevy

P Zeros beat the pavement they don’t stop

Pullin' up to places they don’t shop

Paint drippin', white girls say it rocks

You can’t find this color in a crayon box

You leave me no choice, leave me no choice

on my plate, this ain’t

Soldier rag 'round my neck like a hot boy

Peeling off tire marks from the convoy

Pullin out the zync card, cash never seen it

Freak hoes hit me frequent, heart eyes in my recents

I’m thinking 'bout increasing

Saint Laurent chinos with creases

Call animal control

I’m in my mode, yeah I’m beastin'

In the cut tryna bleed somethin' (bleed somethin')

Ya’ll bitin' like toddlers when they teeth come in

Aye, I never did it by the book

Red rag top, on the strip like Suge, they wouldn’t help you if they could

So I’m good on what they say and watch what they don’t say

You was supposed to be my dawg, you fucked up the whole play

Real used to recognize real, I’m missing those days

You don’t fuck with me its okay, just know it go both ways

(both ways)

Both ways, both ways, both ways

Alex plugged me and I need the whole thang

Pasadena’s own 626 God

It’s been years ya’ll still fraud

I keep goin' hard

Like I just popped a Viagra

They want me to fall in Niagra

I just throw more to the dancers

When she with me she don’t answer

Gave me the top I ain’t ask her

All this money new

I’ll probably move to New Hampshire

Prayer hand emojis for the family, we blessed

Permanently on these niggas like a T-Tech

Louis frames on my eyelids, I don’t see threats

I’m rollin' woods off Manchester at the GS

And that’s Games and Sports for you slow niggas

Shout out to 323, from the 626 to the 909 all the way back 'round

That’s how I’m living

Aye, Aye

on the phone

Did the whole beat on my own