Gods

[Intro: Jaye]

East side, east side, east side

Til I die, 'til I die

Yeah, fly mob shit, nigga

Fly motherfuckers get with it, nigga

[Verse 1: Jaye]

I got noodles on the stove, fridge full of O's

I pour the champagne and give myself a toast

Yes I mean to boast, swag I hold the most

I hang around with goons, I got a closet full of gold

Rep that ET straight east side, where we let that beef ride

Fuck around and get deep fried, Givenchy rag in my Levis

Been fly since knee-high, your bitch was stolen by the new guy

Smokin' weed got borin' and man, I'm lookin' to find some new high

Baby girl, give me two sides, super-size with those leg and thighs

Get in that pussy and improvise, I get it wet then I go inside

Best believe I gotta shine, best believe I go for mine

Super-villain, Megamind, you just a eight and I need a dime

Long paper, short gangster that's semi-9 fit me fine

Hit a nigga like twenty times, you try to run, hit you from behind

Fuck niggas better stay in line, gettin' paid off fuckin' crime

Take a look at how a boss ride, Scarface, the world is mine

[Hook: Jaye]

All I do is stack, I don't fuck with you niggas

All I want is these bitches, all I want is these riches (Money)

All I want is this money, all I want is these bitches

Pop beans when I lean, it's like it's all a dream

We like Gods

(Dear God, I wonder can you save me?

We like Gods

I can't die, my Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby)

We like Gods

(Dear God, I wonder can you save me?

We like Gods

I can’t die, my Boo-Boo’s bout to have my baby)

We like Gods

[Verse 2: Jaye]

Strapped up like I'm Rambo, swaggin' out in my camos

Makin' niggas examples, I thought I told you go HAM ho

My Sprite dirty, I sip it slow, bitch bad she dip it low

She do what I say cause I get the dough

But fuck that bitch, I'm tryin' to get me mo'

The fuck you think that I'm in it for?

I done came up in a Benz

Bad bitch and her friends

All this money I fuckin' spend

I can't do nothin' but fuckin' win

Here I go again tryin' not to sin (Sorry)

Fuck it, orange juice lots of gin

Shit fuck it, okay, I'm drunk

Man these bitches better swallow dick

Hollow tips on these pussy niggas

They not real, they counterfeit

Bad bitches make my dick bigger

Niggas mad, niggas mad, they don't fuck with that little nigga

Wouldn't have it any other way

Fuck anything that them niggas say

Fuck them niggas, boy, get your pay

Hustle hard like every day

That bad bitch, I turned her out, she so in love what a nigga 'bout

I ain't tryin' to fuck, I just want her mouth

Sippin' lean like I'm in the south

But this shit in the Midwest

Praise the lord to my last breath

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]

Ab-Soul, new God flow

Imagine Kanye West pushin' a ton

Yayo in my vocals

I'm flippin' the bird and flippin' the tongue

Middle fingers up to the Po-po

Still no love to these hoes though

All I want is these bitches (Soul-o)

All I want is these riches (Soul-o)

Bird crumbs to you pigeons

I'm gettin' high in the lo-lo

Gettin' head while I drive, but, I don't even drive yo

Make a right at that light

Pop a bean, I just might

Bag your bitch, I just did

She said she seen me on VEVO

Easy call, west side

We keep the peace and pull straps out

You in the back, I lead the pack

You either pack or get packed out

I eat the track, I send it back and deposit checks and pull cash out

You blowin' cot, I'm blowin' pot, I'm throwin' rocks at your glass house

Fuck you think I do it for?

I done came up, fifty grand in like fifty days, Goddamn

I wrote this shit faded in Amsterdam

Jesus pieces ain't enough

Chop that lamb and paint it blood

Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep

[Hook]