GODS

Estra higesma yeya toria Kesya yachesna hiya steria (Dirty Vans on the track) Estra higesma yeya toria Kesya yachesna hiya steria—steria Estra higesma yeya toria Kesya yachesna hiya steria Estra higesma yeya toria Kesya yachesna hiya steria I ain't talkin' religion, baby, but I'm a God Louboutins on my feet, but I ain't got no job (I'm a God) I got hoes on me, call me Lil Tracy Minaj Call Lil Tracy up like we finna get to this guap (Skrrt-skrrt) Skrrt-skrrt down the block, baby, I can't stop Drivin' fast, gettin' top, watchin' for the cops Bet your girl know Lil Peep and Lil Tracy, we hot (Bee, bee, bee) Bet your girl know Lil Peep and Lil Tracy, we rock (Ooh) Lil' mama tell me that I'm pretty, I get that a lot He be actin' like he real, but it's just a mirage She asked me if I wanna die, all I said was "Yeah" Yeah, all I said was yeah Now she all up on my dick when the music drop Hit the mall, fill my pockets up and then I shop And I need a fat stack, I can't fuck with knots Bitches run around the lobby, sleepin' at the top Back in the day, me and SKWAB, we would jugg and rob (Pew, pew) Now we pull up to the mall, we look and we cop Now they treat me like a star, I act like I'm not Wanna give me a massage in my new garage Estra higesma yeya toria Kesya yachesna hiya steria Estra higesma yeya toria Kesya yachesna hiya steria