s god - get away lyrics
[hook: s god]
get away, get away, b-tch get away
why you steady pushin’ all these lies in my face
why they thinkin’ they can take a ride in my sp-ce
how you gonna tell me how to get the f-ckin’ plays
when you copy my style like a drawing that you trace
talkin’ down on my gang imma have to catch a case
don’t play with the boy ’cause your life get erased
get the f-ck away b-tch, get the f-ck away
[verse 1: s god]
komodo dragon skin jacket
flexin’ on ’em issa habit
2 brand new whips and they both doge challengers
why my phone number less numbers than my balance is
now they askin’ for the feature
rappin’ off the wall like the brand of my sneakers
t–th hurt, ’cause my fangs too cold hoe
they wanna see what i’ve seen like a livestream gopro
motherf-cker wanna test, put a hole in your skull and a blade to your chest
go ahead and call the cops, they won’t make an arrest
when lil god is on the track b-tch i’m makin’ it blessed
they don’t have half the sk!ll that i’m known to possess
claimin’ that they hate but i know they really obssesed
say they happy that i’m winnin’ but they really upset
2 clips loaded up, b-tch i’m ridin’ with techs
[hook: s god]
get away, get away, b-tch get away
why you steady pushin’ all these lies in my face
why they thinkin’ they can take a ride in my sp-ce
how you gonna tell me how to get the f-ckin’ plays
when you copy my style like a drawing that you trace
talkin’ down on my gang imma have to catch a case
don’t play with the boy ’cause your life get erased
get the f-ck away b-tch, get the f-ck away
[verse 2: s god]
fake motherf-ckers showin’ no love, be the same motherf-ckers wanna hop up on the tour bus
kick it with a god and do famous sh-t, ’cause you know bummy motherf-ckers love to hop up on a famous d-ck
hatin’ on me then i aim a clip, i don’t need no red dot, f-ck an aim -ssist
so that’s a whole full clip at your brain and sh-t, my songs so d-mn good make you rage and quit
i said
i don’t know what these boys problem is
i think they jealous of my motherf-ckin’ dollars b-tch
i’m knowin’ that they wanna see my whole noggin’ split
’cause the only sh-t i’m making is a lot of hits
said i don’t f-ck with the weak
diamonds on my chocker, can’t breathe
ice ice freezin’ all my t–th yuh
grill so studded, can’t speak b-tch
[hook: s god]
get away, get away, b-tch get away
why you steady pushin’ all these lies in my face
why they thinkin’ they can take a ride in my sp-ce
how you gonna tell me how to get the f-ckin’ plays
when you copy my style like a drawing that you trace
talkin’ down on my gang imma have to catch a case
don’t play with the boy ’cause your life get erased
get the f-ck away b-tch, get the f-ck away
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