[Songtext zu „ONLY GOD“ ft. AJ Tracey]
[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em, I don't love 'em
Dump 'em slumped, put 'em—
Bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em, I don't love 'em (Geenaro)
Dump 'em slumped, put 'em— (So, I'm goin' to Ghana)
[Part 1: AJ Tracey & Summer Cem]
All my watches fact-set, you know I wear 'em out (Heh)
Pretty women always plottin' on my whereabouts (On my whereabouts)
I ain't hidin' any problems, we can air 'em out (We can air 'em out)
Niggas yappin' about some shit that I don't care about (You yappin')
Independent, ran it up and made a fair amount (Made a lot)
Packs for everybody, I can share 'еm out (I got a lot)
I can block a movement if I say so (If I say so)
Word to Justin, man, I'm all about the pеso (Let's get it)
I ain't hearin' any disses, that's some white noise (Some white noise)
Tryna war with us is borin', we don't buy toys (Grr)
I don't know what you was doin' during lockdown (What was you doin'?)
But I went Plat and made a hundred off of Litecoin (Made a hundred)
Tell the waitress bring a Sprite and I'ma come again (Why?)
Like, I ain't really drinking, gimme one of them (One of them)
Wanna smoke with my niggas? That's a lot of blem (That's a lot of smoke)
Tell the haters, "Yallah, goodbye" like I'm Summer Cem (Huh)
[Hook: Summer Cem & AJ Tracey]
Oh no, Mamacita macht mich loco (Loco)
Vielleicht siehst du mich nie wieder, mach ein Foto (Woah)
I bet my old friends blowin' up my old phone (Trace-O)
Same broke bruddas tryna call me bro-bro (Woo)
Zu viel Ice am Nacken, minus tausend Grad (Yeah)
Keine kann mich judgen, Baba, only God (Facts)
A hundred thousand on my neck, it's hypothermia (Bling-blaow)
Only God can judge me, walk in shows and tell 'em, "Turn me up" (Grr, grr)
[Part 2: Summer Cem & AJ Tracey]
Born ready, order bitte noch mehr Dom Péri'
La-Ladys erkennen mich an meinem enorm'n Belly (Ja)
Schmeiße Paper in die Luft, als wär es Konfetti
Mach' den scheiß Laden dicht, tutto completti
Uno, dos, tres, wenn ein Hurensohn stresst
Werden Kugeln frisch geputzt, ich hab' Shooters on set (Boh, boh)
Ich hab' Killers on hold, Triggerfingers on load
Bitte, Bro, mach nicht auf Karate Tiger — Jean-Claude
Su-Summer Cem, Shabba Ranks, sammel' Rubber-Bands
Hundert K in der Matratze, auf der Mama pennt
Link-up mit AJ, Global Harekets (Yeah)
Whole Squad macht den Kansas-City-Shuffle-Dance
(Wow) Wow, diesen Kanak kriegt ihr nie gemanaged
Jeder Deal, den ich signe, Minimum siebenstellig
Ring am Finger circa sieben Carats
Ich bin auf Whopper und meine Bitches auf Caesar-Salad (Huh)
[Hook: Summer Cem & AJ Tracey]
Oh no, Mamacita macht mich loco (Loco)
Vielleicht siehst du mich nie wieder, mach ein Foto (Woah)
I bet my old friends blowin' up my old phone (Trace-O)
Same broke bruddas tryna call me bro-bro (Woo)
Zu viel Ice am Nacken, minus tausend Grad (Yeah)
Keine kann mich judgen, Baba, only God (Facts)
A hundred thousand on my neck, it's hypothermia (Bling-blaow)
Only God can judge me, walk in shows and tell 'em, "Turn me up" (Grr, grr)
