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Godzilla!

We on fire fire fire fire

Yea! We on fire fire fire fire

Yea! We on fire fire fire fire

Yea! We on fire fire fire fire

Yea! We on fire fire fire fire

Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip

Niggas wanna tell it, hoes hoes wanna gossip

Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip

We on

No introductions needed, boy just call me the undefeated

And underneath this Georgia dry I know I can't be seen (winner)

Fire vocals because my voice was a classic

Like Coca Cola when they had cocaine in the package

I meant to say blowing the ingredients

But I went to the mall today and all the niggas had those mediums

Little bit of it close

Like dancing with the stars without the judges or the dance floor

Oh and niggas don't dance no mo

All they do is this

Beefin' up, call me Venus fly chart waitin' on fly emcees to eat em up

I'm fly, yes I can beat them weak as f*ck and ain't no keeping up

I'm balls deep and then we big in the

Fat sacks nigga, Cadillac killer

Cataract prescription filled up

I got my medicinal card from Los Angeles, the city of lost angels

A connoisseur of cannabis

I'm from Atlanta bitch, we never shop with strangers

No matter, we strain the slanging, some of the game rules done changed

Niggas is outchea talking like a cockatoo to a cop or two

Now they watchin' you and yo mama too, bird's eye view

With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound

He pulls the spitting high tension wires down

Godzilla!

I'm getting blowed on the regular

Riding and talking dirty on my cellular

Player I got some real good that will save you some

Uh and if you my homeboy she gon give you some

And it's all for the paper but she still gon come

You dip it then you cook yo jaw now you sprung

I have you trippin' like it's nothing thorough

Played on my hoes, don't talk to nobody, gon tell yo girl

(Uh, now look)

Okay but niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip

Cus they pussy wasn't hittin and they lip was super sloppy

Sucka duck a motherf*cker, we done chop the brain about it

But my money corner pocket, plenty game ho

Slap it like a biscuit, king of diamond, king of trickin', what's the difference

Got it poppin' like a skillet with some chicken grease in it

Country born, country paid, from the village to the grave

Worth the payment, body truckin' cus the money I already made

Man I hate that all the time I got haters in my bizz

Talking bout the trill but don't know what the f*ck it is

Mothaf*ckas nowadays are seriously sorry

Thinking that the key to life is putting yo business on Mari

They say you're rockin Mari but them mothaf*ckas Rockport

Always talking bout you bustin nigga but your Glock short

I know the truth so ain't no need in yo line

Bullshit ain't workin, ain't no need to be tryin

I'm dyin to be that nigga that's spyin in the telescope

Prowlin with triller niggas but iron to yo dearly folk

Telling them talk tales, vibs and hung angers

Save it for Jeremy, Kyle, Steven, Jerry Springer

Buzzin like a bee, tryna sting me wit yo stinger

Bitch you could get the middle, (what middle?), the finger

Stick it in yo ass and let it linger

No homo, we give the hynel like the RnB singer Obomo