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s god - carti lyrics

[hook: s god]
i get to the bag
all you boys get lapped
ak to my left
racks all on my shelf
you get hit with sh-lls
i don’t move like snail
i move in chanel
i could never fail
my b-tch super bad
she got too much -ss
i got stupid cash
all because i rap
i get too the bag
i just want the cash
i jet too the bag
i get to the bag

[verse 1: s god]
new bag, it’s chanel, got the choppers on me
hunned rounds in the drum, make you walk like zombie
when you drippin’ how i’m drippin’ know they wanna copy
i just like the way it shine so i gotta cop it
you a p-ssy boy
he ain’t makin’ noise
mobbin’ with my slat
and we got them toys
big rocks on my neck got it flooded out
i just hit it from the back, tell her poke it out
i ain’t playin’ around
s god goat status, f-ck he talkin’ ’bout
my b-tch stupid thick
and she swallow d-ck
b-tch i get a bag
blow it on some kicks
i’m a playboi like carti
get a big bag like carti
f-ck a bad b-tch like carti
cop a new whip like carti
droppin’ that top real low yeah
hunneds in my bankroll yeah
gettin’ that green light, go yeah
speedin’ all down the road yeah
doin’ a hunned
been gettin’ racks
you know that i’m stuntin’
f-ck up a track, you know that it’s nothin’
hit from the back, then she be c-mmin’
i just count the deads
b-tches give me neck
f-ck what he done said
he ain’t gettin’ checks

[hook: s god]
i get to the bag
all you boys get lapped
ak to my left
racks all on my shelf
you get hit with sh-lls
i don’t move like snail
i move in chanel
i could never fail
my b-tch super bad
she got too much -ss
i got stupid cash
all because i rap
i get to the bag
i just want the cash
i jet to the bag
i get to the bag

[verse 2: 3barshawty]
i know that you see me aye
rollin’ up like bb8
freezing aye
know my diamonds be some vvs aye
life’s a movie, easy a
man, this flow, i switch it
y’all too basic
dentist made my face shine brighter than a tennis bracelet
hennesy, i face it
can’t you see we set the f-ckin’ pace b-tch
been about my paper since the f-ckin’ 8th-grade b-tch
(sneeze)
(sneeze)
my plug italian with visa
your drug cut like pizza
my fees up
my b-tch a walkin’ teaser
paint her f-ckin’ face like mona lisa
anything to please her
might just put both of our wrist into the freezer
tell them dogs to ease up
we chop and roll them trees up
that chopper do not cease up
the jammin’ me this season
3bar whippin’ nissan, and 3bar whippin’ porsche
wanted that g-wagon until i whip the horse

[hook: s god]
i get to the bag
all you boys get lapped
ak to my left
racks all on my shelf
you get hit with sh-lls
i don’t move like snail
i move in chanel
i could never fail
my b-tch super bad
she got too much -ss
i got stupid cash
all because i rap
i get to the bag
i just want the cash
i jet to the bag
i get to the bag

- s god lyrics

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