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s god - big rock lyrics

[hook: s god]
i got big rock
diamond glock
spitfire buckshot
hip fire, head rock
sword made of bedrock
diamond chest and diamond t–th
neck on freeze, i cannot breathe
wear my heart up on my sleeve
i do what you can’t achieve
big rock
diamond glock
spitfire buckshot
hip fire, head rock
sword made of bedrock
diamond chest and diamond t–th
neck on freeze, i cannot breathe
wear my heart up on my sleeve
i do what you can’t acheive

[verse 1: s god]
woah woah woah woah
i got the diamonds that glow, woah
smokin’ that purpp like the flow, woah
lil god lil god really boutta blow
pull up with tuna we shut down the show
2 to the 1 0 in the blood though
i put on my city ’cause sa the goat
neck is on holy flood, might need a boat
move back
b-tch i got that juice pack
who that
yung s god b-tch i’m back up on they -ss
i drop 2 racks on a bag
name brand on the tag
drop your paycheck just for y’all to say i dress up like a f-g
but you can’t afford this fit
so i just ignore the sh-t
i got less successful people tryna give me they advice
b-tch my plays exceed your followers and let’s not bring up likes
like
who the f-ck know you outside of your family
imma pop sh-t that’s gon make em get mad at me
better watch out ‘fore i rip your anatomy
like mortal kombat and do a fatality
hop on a beat and i snap automatically
reaching my level for you is a fantasy
spending my money on feeding my vanity
n0body better than me the mentality
no one above, they don’t know where the ladder be
die by my sh-t, imma stick to my strategy

[hook: s god]
i got big rock
diamond glock
spitfire buckshot
hip fire, head rock
sword made of bedrock
diamond chest and diamond t–th
neck on freeze, i cannot breathe
wear my heart up on my sleeve
i do what you can’t achieve
doom guns what i’m runnin’ up with
you duck quick
f-ck sh-t
b-tch i’m all about the f-ck sh-t
whipin’ in that brand new foreign like i don’t know nothin’
aye come get your b-tch away from me, that hoe disgustin’
i got big rock
diamond glock
spitfire buckshot
hip fire, head rock
sword made of bedrock
diamond chest and diamond t–th
neck on freeze, i cannot breathe
wear my heart up on my sleeve
i do what you can’t achieve
doom guns what i’m runnin’ up with
you duck quick
f-ck sh-t
b-tch i’m all about the f-ck sh-t
whipin’ in that brand new foreign like i don’t know nothin’
aye come get your hoe away from me, that bih disgustin’

[verse 2: s god]
b-tch
aye
i got lotta dough
anyone can get it
b-tch we got a lot of smoke
hunneds on me b-tch i might just go and buy the store
see my swag is something that you just might not ignore
pockets fat, somethin’ like a tlc show
i got racks, somethin’ like a bank but threefold
b-tch i got that hookup on that ice, you see me shining hoe
flashy when i pullup lookin’ bright, i know it’s blinding bro
who be talkin’ ’bout me? i swear people love to run they mouth
claimin’ they the best but people know who really run the south
smg b-tch we not f-ckin’ around
not ridin’ a trend but creating a sound
people gon see whether sooner or later
your b-tch goin’ down like a d-mn elevator
patek on me when i flex on a hater
mask on my face the same color as vader
’cause i’m they father, don’t even bother
talkin’ sh-t to the lil god with a chopper

- s god lyrics

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