GODLIKE

She saying I'm cold like a Klondike Something's not right Pull up in a whip smoking blunts with the starlight's Feeling godlike I miss the days now it's tough More homies buy gats say it's just for some fun I miss the days with the rosy old shades But don't get stuck in it get paper more funds I fuck ya bitch in the front seat Gunning Gunning I fuck ya bitch in the front seat Gunning Gunning I fuck ya bitch in the front seat Gunning Gunning I fuck ya bitch in the front seat Gunning Gunning Watch for the downpour my money umbrella I'm always coughing from smoking this pressure Feeling a fool but I'm looking so clever Fuckas want help like I'm not your professor How do I dress? I think Selling my clothing pulled up with a brinks Don't give a fuck I chief That's how I'm dealing with bitches this week (Fuck you) Smoke out the window invest in some tints Your plug acting shady so I'm on the fence She my lil baby I'm glad she impressed I'm calling bout some of the money I lent I'm sorry but you think you funny I guess While you watch my stories I'm making some checks I don't fuck with all these strangers requests I don't make a feature less moneys addressed I fuck ya bitch in the front seat Gunning Gunning I fuck ya bitch in the front seat Gunning Gunning I fuck ya bitch in the front seat Gunning Gunning I fuck ya bitch in the front seat Gunning Gunning