GodZilla

Come on

Gudda Tay on every beat, n-, Gudda, yeah

Cook that sh-up, Quay (DL Quay) hmm

D. Hill, yeah, yeah

Feel like I'm walking through hell

My brother got hit up with shells

We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our a-

But f- it, nobody gon' tell (f- it, nobody gon' tell)

Some n- switched up, oh well (oh well)

All my n- bossed up, we player (we player)

We going up, need to get this on film (on film)

Got my weight up, I didn't go to no gym

The chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs

I want all the smoke, yeah the sh- you inhale

Yeah I could've failed but a n- prevailed

Got some racks on me now and this sh- it got layers

I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale

My packs airborne, they come through the mail

My son is four, he rich as the mayor

My brother locked up and he trap out his cell

Your girl is a whore, the gang gon' slay her

Beat down, drill, we'll shoot a hundred shots

Pop this chopper, got 'em ducking like a fire drill

I'm on lean, weed, pills, neck got the f- chills

Yeah this beat come from Gudda Tay, Quay, and D. Hill

Before I was rapping, yeah a young n- was trapping

Post in the cut and I get out the package

Her a- and titties is clapping but the sh- plastic

Boy I'm so sick of the capping

Godzilla, got hitters, been platinum

I want some lamb but f- it I can't go to platinum

They heard that I signed me a deal, they said I'm worth millions

Why the f- I be on candler?

Feel like I'm walking through hell

My brother got hit up with shells

We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our a-

But f- it, nobody gon' tell

Some n- switched up, oh well

All my n- bossed up, we player

We going up, need to get this on film

Got my weight up, I didn't go to no gym

The chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs

I want all the smoke, yeah the sh- you inhale

Yeah I could've failed but a n- prevailed

Got some racks on me now and this sh- it got layers

I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale

My packs airborne, they come through the mail

My son is four, he rich as the mayor

My brother locked up and he trap out his cell

My brother caught life so he couldn't pay the bail

My son ain't but four, he rich and he player

He watch me record, he watch all my film

He told me take the 1-5 to the gym

So I keep dropping hits, I keep giving hell

The fans goin' up, they jumping the rail

Stay with a shrimp, might pull up and kill

When I need me a temp I pull up with shells

They say I'm dabbing, I'm fresh as hell

I'm rocking Givenchy, my bitch do it well

Balenci, Christian, Gucci, Chanel

Wraith, Bentley camera, riding down Mill

Sliding four fifty-eight like a bat out of hell

Go high speed chase, got 12 on my tail

We got packs and they sell

We got bricks and they frail

Feel like I'm walking through hell (feel like I'm walking through hell)

My brother got hit up with shells (my brother got hit up with shells)

We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our a-

But f- it, nobody gon' tell (nobody gon' tell)

Some n- switched up, oh well (oh well)

All my n- bossed up, we player (we player)

We going up, need to get this on film

Got my weight up, I didn't go to no gym

The chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs

I want all the smoke, yeah the sh- you inhale

Yeah I could've failed but a n- prevailed

Got some racks on me now and this sh- it got layers

I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale

My packs airborne, they come through the mail

My son is four, he rich as the mayor

My brother locked up and he trap out his cell (he trap out his cell)