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Goddatti

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Look at my wrist ice
The way that its frozen you might think its still in December
She tried to convince me huh
Told her come over and give me brain cause I cannot remember
That lil nigga got killed graw
Hot bullets gone bake on his liver you might think its summer
We runnin it up it up
Pretty bitch wanna hop in my whip told her no get a uber
Most of these niggas be hating but they all be pussy
Shoot them like documentaries aint no movie pow
I dont f*ck with no random bitches I be choosy
But I still might f*ck on your bitch she a groupy
I might just gon hit on your step sister
Scrappin bullets the fumble them dead niggas
When i spin on your block hatin niggas they opps
With the gang bitch you know that we hard hitters
If they talk shit we smoke them like rolled swishers
Do the dash in a foreign dont hang with us
We done pull out the glata
Blow up his mata
Tell his sister bitch come take pictures lil bih

Xeroxity on the map lil nigga still runnin these bitches got asthma attacks
He tryna be me but he whack 
I'll put ice on my wrist and my neck in the future thats facts
Lil nigga told me that he rap, he been runnin the streets
We pulled up now Goddatti is the main shit
24 It's all on my name see the label 
Lil bitch gone know Dynasty runnin like royalty
Shoutout to all of them niggas be putting some work 
Busting ass for that bag aint no playin bitch
Magic like rockets take off to the sky bitch
Money in love with that shit thats my main bitch
Movin too false ama pull up right where you sleep
F*ck with the gang make you wish that  you never did
Niggas like demons gon eat you no tripple 6
When i call her baby you know that she hella thick
Steady watchin couple niggas they on to me
Fake ass lil bitches got two faces no loyalty
Put my family all in check you cant bother me
Deep in this shit you know Xerox a prodegy
Changin my flows bitch you might not remember 
But Dead opps sending shivers to enemies
Shoutout to Grey he my brodie the blood in me
Fuckin touch him you get cut like some cabbage 
No recipe bitch ama savage dont play with me
I stay focused to my bag my niggas is broke 
But we gonna get rich newer prophesy

Look at my wrist
The way that its frozen you might think its still in December
She tried to convince me
Told her come over and give me brain cause I cannot remember
That lil nigga got killed graw
Hot bullets gone bake on his liver you might think its summer
We runnin it up it up
Pretty bitch wanna hop in my whip told her no get a uber
Most of these niggas be hating but they all be pussy
Shoot them like documentaries aint no movie
I dont f*ck with no random bitches I be choosy
But I still might f*ck on your bitch she a groupy
I might just gon hit on your step sister
Scrappin bullets the fumble them dead niggas
When i spin on your block hatin niggas they opps
With the gang bitch you know that we hard hitters
If they talk shit we smoke them like rolled swishers
Do the dash in a foreign dont hang with us
We done pull out the glata
Blow up his mata
Tell his sister bitch come take pictures

Hola como estas shawty
Do you know that I smoked your mans
Sorry bitch I dont say sorry
Aint no Justin bieber in this jam
Since I was a youngin everybody hated me
So I aint surprised if a bitch nigga change on me
I do this for the family and for the Dynasty
Steady in the stu I be cooking the recipe
That means on a daily Im steady on rap shit
And I aint gone cap aint no day Ima stop this
I graduated with this flow aint no campus
I feel like im Ellis when he was in Campton
Bitch aint no reason for hating just step on the scene 
And lets see how the f*ck you gone handle it
Cause most of these niggas criticing on shit
When you tell them to do the same shit they cant manage it
So ima do me if a nigga got a problem with that 
Better show up and then we gone battle it
My bars is on top of your head gotta read through the scriptures
To understand all of my parables
Competition is a mismatch niggas 
Cant get that call me a killer the way I body instrumentals
If a nigga try to get back choppa goes click clack dispatch 
Send a pussy nigga to the devil
Lil shawty say im freaky the way
That I hit destroy and kill cat she call me curiosity no rover
Overflown with these flows so I spit like im sick in the head 
Thats why your little bitch to give me mental
These niggas be killing each other with guns on a daily 
Like theyre staging a fucking movie
Its funny how niggas be yapping about mental health 
When its time to act they cannot do it
The people want money and they will do anything for it 
Regardless of whatever happens
If you think im wrong better check out the internet reassess 
And reattest my information i aint capping
Afraid that if I say too much its gonna be the end of me
Cause I know its many niggas aint happy with my heresy
Dc the don with this shit aint no melody
Get out my way if you aint been a friend of me yeah
Im living so good I can never complain
Its the bag that im chasing I dont need the fame
And ive been with my fam through the sun and the rain
So be careful when u try to speak on their names
Ayy latetely been thinkin bout money am chasing
These niggas keep talkin but f*ck what they saying
Keep watchin the game from the windows just cappin
When put in the game they gone fumble from rappin
F*ck the industry you know how we comming
Got plenty shit on me lil boy we be poppin
My music fire shawty think am a dragon
We get to the throne like some demons in action

Look at my wrist
The way that its frozen you might think its still in December
She tried to convince me
Told her come over and give me brain cause I cannot remember
That lil nigga got killed graw
Hot bullets gone bake on his liver you might think its summer
We runnin it up it up
Pretty bitch wanna hop in my whip told her no get a uber
Most of these niggas be hating but they all be pussy
Shoot them like documentaries aint no movie
I dont f*ck with no random bitches I be choosy 
But I still might f*ck on your bitch she a groupy
I might just gon hit on your step sister
Scrappin bullets the fumble them dead niggas
When i spin on your block hatin niggas they opps
With the gang bitch you know that we hard hitters
If they talk shit we smoke them like rolled swishers
Do the dash in a foreign dont hang with us
We done pull out the glata
Blow up his mata
Tell his sister bitch come take pictures

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