God In My City

That boy he aight, he ain't fucking with Richie

The trap Kumbia god, I'm a god in my city

I'm poppin my shit like a mfkn 50, a drum

A long ass clip like it came with extension

This rappin with Kumbia I really invented

I'm slapping the beat like the back of my bitches

I'm beating it up while she grabbin my neck less

Now she at the house and she washing my dishes

She making me breakfast, the food was delicious

Bacon eggs and biscuits, no French kisses

Married the money you can't be my misses

I walk in this hoe with a pole like I'm fishing

I promise these bows finna go like they missing, they gone

Rich just drop another song

Bitch I get busy like bone

Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone

Tell me what you gonna do when there ain't no place to run

Back in this bitch and I think I'm gon lift off

Big body Benz like I'm riding with Rick Ross

Head was so good that I might take her lips off

I got the bag should be sponsored by ziplock

All of my bitches In shape, tip top

I'm on yo screen like a mfkn TikTok

You known that I'm working I ain't took a shift off

I'm tryna beat on that pussy and dip out

I'm tryna beat on that pussy and leave

I got a nine like that nigga drew breeeze

Droppin the top when I hop on the scene

No te preocupes papi esta aqui

I know what you thought, but it's not what you think

I don't understand why you tryna compete

You don't understand when you not underneath

I do what I love and I'm just tryna eat

And I really don't understand

I just be doing what I love and I'm just trying to eat, for real

I'm all off the top and I don't need a pencil

Just pass me the mic and, damn, some maner

I'm beating the beat, I just bag it and send it

Let's be realistic they nothing like Richard

I know that I talk alot, but can you listen

And this one right here for my mfkn children

I'm tryna go up and go touch us some Millions