Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Masterpiece From God , by - Duwap Kaine. Release date: 14.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Masterpiece From God |
| Everything I do is like a masterpiece from God |
| I’m my own shooter so you know I keep that rock |
| Call of Duty stick, look like it came from some box |
| When I got these bands man, niggas started actin' odd |
| Smokin' on green thing I’m smokin' outside |
| I be with the gang bitch, I be really with my squad |
| Puttin' your trust in that bitch, nigga you’re a retard |
| Burberry smell like blueberry pop tart |
| They be like «damn he make beats» I’m like yes I prod' |
| Play my music in the studio and I watch them heads nod |
| Play my music for the crowd and the crowd just applaud |
| Swear to god this legit money, baby girl I ain’t doin' no fraud |
| Bitch my gang be shootin' shit, they don’t need tripods |
| Reminiscin' about bein' a kid when we was on the i-Pods |
| The way I’m doin' this shit, it ain’t nun' to me man |
| I’m doin' what I want and you doin' what you can |
| You know that you a bitch if you even take that stand |
| I got bad things in the club, I got shooters on command |
| I’m a young black, rich nigga, I could make a hunnid' grand |
| Your sound gon' fall of quicker, I might have a hunnid' plans |
| Dark liquor or white liquor, it don’t matter, it’s in my hand |
| She said «what the fuck, you done turned into a alcoholic man» |
| I’m like, hell nah, I just get lit, I just do it cause' I can |
| Lambo truck nigga not no Ram |
| This legal money I don’t scam |
| I’m up at five am, recordin' nun' but gems |
| I’m up at five am, tryna' take out these stems |
| I’m hoppin' in the ride but no I ain’t no pimp |
| No I ain’t no pimp, but no I ain’t no simp |
| Smokin' dope that’s him |
| How could you be broke? |
| Man you trim' |
| All of my niggas, man all of my family, fuck it |
| Niggas love fake, woulda' thought it was real |
| Eat of your plate, baby takin' your meal |
| Speedin' fast so I don’t got no chill |
| Got in a 360 windmill |
| Yall ain’t know dem' lil kids |
| Pistol on me, yeah that lil' reel |
| Hop in that whip for a thrill |
| Bitch you cannot tell me how to feel |
| Who was that nigga you fuckin', forreal? |
| You fuckin' these niggas, oh that’s how you feel? |
| Choppa' hittin', where your Fortnite shield? |
| My nephew say that he want |
| Everything I do is like a masterpiece from God |
| I’m my own shooter so you know I keep that rock |
| Call of Duty stick, look like it came from some box |
| When I got these bands man, niggas started actin' odd |
| Smokin' on green thing I’m smokin' outside |
| I be with the gang bitch, I be really with my squad |
| Puttin' your trust in that bitch, nigga you’re a retard |
| Burberry smell like blueberry pop tart |
| They be like «damn he make beats» I’m like yes I prod' |
| Play my music in the studio and I watch them heads nod |
| Play my music for the crowd and the crowd just applaud |