GOD TALKIN SHHH Lyrics by Yeat
(They thought I was motherfuckin pilgrim,
She like it when she feel good,
Geeked up member top dog,
Real top dog, and shoot a mf)
We just pulled up outside got it all like a pilgrim
Why they like this sound? I fuck they eardrums…
Call me like a coin, I make that money pump
Yea shoot em with that buck shot Imma pump
Fucking these twats up
We been fucking these knots up
We done got these bands up
Make the money twerk like a mother fucking dancer
I can do whatever the fuck I won’t get cancelled
Why you join this army? You gone serve these fucking bands
Don’t tell me shit bout what the fuck you ever can do
You can show me books, I’m gone burn us like a candle
Bitch I’m front and center, yea Julius Randle
New York like the knicks, and I still got my shank
Mini gun on top of that Blick, sitting on that tank
And I still got my army yea, yea fuck what you think
Yea I’m still drug addict, still sipping mighty
Shawty don’t even know wassup wit 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 boy dead
Yea only real ones know what’s that
A-lot of brothers ain’t have my back
Ion feel a way I cut them off easy
Yea I take that slice, and take that shit cheesy
Yea all them rats all them mice Swiss easy
Yea I’m Jesus with these thorns bitch I’m still bleeding
I was young when I seen them aliens come
They told me what to do and what to run
Ion even try to be mean or try to be this or that
I try to do what the fuck I do and run that back
They forgot awoo, like I would I’m the wolf yea
Taliban my head like a shaman like a monk yea
Yea you getting chewed bitch like some
Bubblegum that’s run through
Top dog, big boy, yea I do my grunt
No we no quarterbacks at all but we gone punt through
Yea I fuck that twat up show me what that cunt do
You know Yeat at the – remember when he come through
They see 7 on 7 tied, Imma teach you bout severance
Least I know how to turn it, 737 on bad mitten
Lil bitch banded, we gone give you a baby
Tuck you in yo bed, and we passing you the binky
Rolly polly .308 we shoot em like the minky
I ain’t sober imma geek soldier and I’m drinking
Hold your thought shut the fuck up while I’m thinking
Big gun, big truck, pull-up with that minky
Watch em fall down like you drown, like you sinking
Yea I cut you off like I’m blind ain’t no blinking
(They thought I was motherfuckin pilgrim,
She like it when she feel good,
Geeked up member top dog,
Real top dog, and shoot a motherfucker)