Ima God (feat. Rosewood951)

Ima gift Ima champ Ima gem Ima god Ion chill on my soul Im outside with the guys Got a bitch from the riv Who suck dick for the vibe If I got me a blicky I got alibis Keep a strap if you fuckin wit him Niggas dont want no beef Wit them niggas on fifth Big smokin backwoods wit niggas bm's I been takin they bitches and makin em milfs Ima mac Ima pimp Off a scrip Bitch i'm him On god All of my niggas be doin fraud Boa scams lil bitch fuck your job She gon suck dick until her jaw lock Him duncan Ballin lil baby I'm gettin buckets Double cuppin syrup whenever I'm pouring tussin She gon tuck the pole in her purse And then she gon buss it It's thirty in the clip And when nina singin they love it Headshots Leave ya face red like ya blushin Chest shot He had to get breast reduction I'm hot Something like satan in summers Yo bitch on my bumper I had to get off her She love it And this gon be a bop When they hear it yo bitch gon love it We took em by surprise How they claimin they seen it comin Keep a pistol on the side of my side bitch I keep it jumpin Cuz i'd rather have it on me Then off me i'm at the function With some bitch I barely trust her She know I'm just finna fuck her And she begging me to cuff her She knowing it ain't no lovin Ima san bernardino nigga I show it I'm finna buss it In my neighborhood no Saving these bitches That's on my mother I aint fuckin wit no sucka lover Bitch you got too many problems I could not put dick up in you You could not be baby mama Ayeee These niggas only talkin tough through the pro tools Stay real and stay down like you supposed to Lame nigga Weak bitch I don't know you Beat the pussy up like some old shoes These niggas flexin twenties I need all blues And you won't never meet a bitch that's just all you An I'm really in the field What they call you I put the blammer down What the brawl do