Letras
I'm so godly.
Bitch, get off me.
What you call flossing
It don't involve me
I'm so fresh to death
Like hop out a coffin
And if I say it's lit
ring the fire alarm, please. Yeah.
Y'all niggaz just not a match here, no.
Standing ovation don't get clapped here go
To my destination, see ain't no maps there oh
I'm above and beyond.
This that god tier
Nothing beats a dream to a nigga that's living it
I can pinpoint a problem with accurate penmanship.
The pistol get to pointing.
Postmodern, yeah, ligaments
I'm Gucci; I smell guilty.
I walk away innocent.
I'm so bossy.
You're just an employee.
Different time zone
No, you cannot call me
Different type of ride I don't need no car keys
Different type of vibe
U don't see this often
The car come light blue
Factory chrome shoes
The dashboard is all new
Consoles ill 2
The engine nauseated.
The Interior like puke.
I throw up the deuce.
And ride by you? I'm sick too.
The flow on cooked crack
This hustle a life hack.
I'm eating to moving forward
Anit no need for your feedback.
I stay hydrated.
I can't fall for a thirst trap.
Bitch I'm so dope i make water from scratch.
I'm so godly.
Bitch, get off me.
What you call flossing
It don't involve me
I'm so fresh to death
Like hop out a coffin
And if I say its lit
Ring the fire alarm, please. Yeah.
Y'all niggaz just not a match here no
Standing ovation don't get clapped here go
To my destination see ain't no maps there oh
I'm above and beyond
This that god tier
Bus down rollies don't tick. Let's get the clock clear