God's Warrior

You know everything you ****** say be fakes man like

I hope they don't play this s**t in court one day

If you look up some of the stories in my city

You will see the relation between the music

Everybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin' s**t

Droppin' ******, droppin' icy kids

**** a *****, drop her at her momma crib

Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin' s**t

Any means, I'm gon' eat

Slide with the tank on full (Yeah)

Leave with the Glock on E

I got a K, it hold 100

But I got lazy, only put 90

Money make your whole team vanish

That's a paper trick, Origami

I be dolo, don't need a posse

If you got the wave, I got the tsunami

Chain hit like Ike Turner (What else?)

But I don't beat b*****s, I beat burgers

I just bust a chain reaction

Just to stomp a ***** in Versace

Call me Martin, I stay with the Tommy

You lookin' for me, ***** come find me

And I'm not gon' snatch your chain,

I'm gon' take it off politely

So when I go back to sell it,

It's not damaged, not even slightly

Raised around killers, that's how I'm cut

Found out where he stay, don't shoot the house up

Lay in they bushes 'til your legs lock up

Whoever walk outside first, drop some

Lift that chopper up, go nuts (Go nuts)

That was his momma, so what? (**** it)

***** that's your fault, we wanted your blood

And your ***** take **** like a grownup

I'm a product of them streets (Yeah)

Sharks and hustlers, I'm from the D (Yeah)

Bring a ***** to the feast (Yeah),

We not stingy, homie eat

He get greedy, put him to sleep

They gotta identify him by his teeth

We gon' kill you if you freeze

When your job was to squeeze, *****

I got an Uzi and sound like, boom! (Ooh)

I got a Draco and it sound like, boom! (Sheesh)

Knock your s**t open, the bullets explosive

Fall and you getting stood-over (Come here)

Can't run out of bullets in a shootout

Taking my time counting as I'm blowin'

Yeah, drumsticks, ***** our size AR's,

We a little band

Rapper diss me,

I'm at every show like I'm his biggest fan

Hollows in that Sprinter Van

Gon leave somebody crippled, man

You see your DJ brain come through his head

You'll turn religious, man

Having my way, him see us up at the range,

That's practice, okay?

Dead bodies in the hood,

Pour acid on it for rapid decay

Granny don't even know the savage she raised,

***** (Savage she raised, *****)

Ayy, 200k get you took off the planet today,

***** (Holy water)

Ayy, ***** hoes, I don't feel 'em (Feel 'em)

Cut his head like a ****,

Let his homeboys deal him (*****)

**** who rockin' with him

Catch his ***** at the mall

While she shoe shopping, *****

Don't let him dive,

Just shoot out the windows,

That's how I'm coming (That's how I'm coming)

You not faster than no bullets,

Why is you running? (**** is you runnin'?)

I be talking to my Glock like,

"You be buggin'" (***** you be trippin')

I put Forgi's on my drop,

Them b*****s rubbin' (Skrrt skrrt)

They like, "Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thuggin'"?

(Why am I thuggin'?)

Big Meech was rich, ain't nobody asked him

Why was he hustlin' (Why was he hustlin'?)

What y'all need to ask is these ******

Why they be bluffin' (Fake ass ******)

Took my FN off my hip like, "You've been summoned" (Bop!)