Lyrics 6 God Freestyle - Germ

6 God Freestyle

Turn me up, turn me up, ayy
Hold up, wait, hold up, ayy
Hold up, wait, bitch I feel like Drake, ooh
You my son but you can’t come by where I stay, hey
.30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain’t no game
We break the bank, uh, too much for the safe, huh (Too much for the)
Hold up, wait, bitch I feel like Drake, ooh
You my son but you can’t come by where I stay, hey
.30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain’t no game
We break the bank (Huh), too much for the safe (Huh, too much for the)
I’m in Gucci when they great me, best believe me, I’m a demon
And the reaper, hallelujah, nigga, had to do it to ya
Ruger in the the bottom of the river now
Necklace like the nile now, Egyptian gold, gon' buss it down
This lil' bitch right here, hold it down
I left my fye at yo' baby momma house, fuck
Niggas talking crazy, punch 'em in they fucking mouth, wassup
Gang with me, yeah, they came with me, yeah
Them .30s with me, yeah, wet 'em, Mississippi, yeah
Them bitches love me, yeah (Yeah), them niggas hate me, yeah (Yeah)
This .30 on me have a nigga tryna kill me, yeah
These niggas biting swags (Huh), these bitches eating dick (Huh)
I pulled up with my stick and shot his bitch ass in the lip
Margielas look like Sketchers (Huh), police told me I’m reckless
Backwoods full of Devil’s lettuce, so I don’t panic, popped a Xanax (Huh,
ya dig?)
(So I don’t panic, popped a Xanax, huh)
Hold up, wait, bitch I feel like Drake, ooh
You my son but you can’t come by where I stay, hey
.30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain’t no game
We break the bank (Huh), too much for the safe (Baad)
Hold up, wait, bitch I feel like Drake, ooh
You my son but you can’t come by where I stay, hey
.30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain’t no game
We break the bank (Huh), too much for the safe (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah)