LOOK_WHAT_GOD_DID

[Chorus] Oh my God! Why he popping all them pills, he so fried Too geeked up, and I feel just like I'm god If I ride with a bitch she know she mine Yea you know we slide I wanna hit a lick, rob your ass and benefit Always stand on business bitch, guilty, never innocent Tried to tell, I'm with the shits Maybe they ain't listening Maybe they ain't hear me tho Too high, I don't give a shit, oh no [Verse] What the business is? I'm in Michigan with a bitch, got her glistening And my neck slit, all drip, it be shimmering Kel-Tec hockey stick, get pucked, all this ice lil bitch Yea, I'm with the shit, yea, really at your wig, yea Run up you get flipped, yea, Glock stuck like a tick, yea Ron Artest with my shot you get hit, yea Hit your ass from the box like a blitz, yea That lil scope on the rifle, got you in my idle I seen that hoe follow me, disciples, guess I'm really her idol I'm taking off just like a write off, must be why she psycho Been popping X, I'm way too geeked to feel the fucking vibe, hoe Rolling like a motherfucking eighteen wheeler Try him if you want, but he hang with them killers Grey Five Nine through my veins like some Chiva Halo round ya head, put ya face on a picture [Chorus] Oh my God! Why he popping all them pills, he so fried Too geeked up, and I feel just like I'm god If I ride with a bitch she know she mine Yea you know we slide I wanna hit a lick, rob your ass and benefit Always stand on business bitch, guilty, never innocent Tried to tell, I'm with the shits Maybe they ain't listening Maybe they ain't hear me tho Too high, I don't give a shit, oh no [Outro] We're sorry We're sorry