God Gang - Shad Da God

Imma go rep that bitch, that pussy come Imma trap that bitch, oh yeah

Imma go drag that bitch in Jimmy Choo, Imma swag that bitch, oh yeah

Imma go and hurt that bitch, not triple 3, Imma Perc that bitch, okay

Imma go and work that bitch, Imma little bitch (A don)

Imma get the coupe little bitch (he going)

Imma drop the roof little bitch (that boy going)

Imma keep cutters with me, know damn well they gone shoot little bitch (they

gone shoot ya)

Imma with my business bitch

Imma go on top of that shit

Imma do some real nigga shit (what you do?)

Put the Cutlass on top of them sixes (that Cutlass)

when had to drop something new for them bitches (new shit)

God Gang, God Gang, hopping out the trunk, with a Drac' with a biscuit

I rock Loubs but I ain’t Christian

I done started my mission

I ain’t blaming no nigga, nigga go get some dough, stop bitching

Cause Imma go wrap that bitch, then in Mexico Imma trap that bitch

Imma go and drag that bitch, in Valentino, I’mma swag that bitch, oh yeah

Imma go and work that bitch, then Chinese, yellow purp that bitch, oh yeah

VVS choker bitch

I’m on that dope little bitch

I got a new approach I call it ‘Get it out the mud little bitch'

You gone get some dope when you visit, you gone get fucked too misses

I told a brother pull up with some Faygos, stuck two zips in it (that raw)

I told lil broski to hold on a glizzy, but now that little clip in it (that

drum)

I don’t know shit but Lenox

I don’t know shit but fucking up in it (Benihana)

I don’t know shit bout flippin packs

I don’t know shit but jigging, I’m getting it

I don’t know shit bout your Benz, the V12 or the V8, I ain’t in it

Little buddy got skinny ass bankrolls in the skinnies, you know they were 20s

Imma go rep that bitch, that pussy come Imma trap that bitch, oh yeah

Imma go drag that bitch in Loubitton, Imma swag that bitch, oh yeah

Imma go and hurt that bitch, now Yu-Gi, Imma purp that bitch

Imma get off my dick

Imma be the Georgia brick fair

Imma pull up with brick fair, look like a fucking lick

Imma in the, in the Hellcat, you can’t catch that motherfucker

Anything to free my partners

Imma go fuck up the summer

Smoking the Marijuana

Polo the pocket my partner

Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the cup, it’s a dirty

Yeah, yeah, ‘Free the G.O.A.T.', I know they heard me

God Gang, God Gang, we worth some birdies (bricks)

Bankroll Mafia, I know they heard us on the last one

God Gang, God Gang, this shit gone be platinum

God Gang, God Gang, this shit the album

Bankroll Mafia, Bankroll Mafia, they watch me like player one

And we the lord, they think we 2Pac, this the album

Ooh, God Gang and free the G.O.A.T.

bitch