Lyrics 626 God - Hit-Boy

626 God

Look
Reachin' new heights
Can’t lose sight
Volume on high
Loud weed, loud pipes
Big dawg heavy
I don’t think you niggas ready
In the cut with my relly
Chrome on the box Chevy
P Zeros beat the pavement they don’t stop
Pullin' up to places they don’t shop
Paint drippin', white girls say it rocks
You can’t find this color in a crayon box
You leave me no choice, leave me no choice
on my plate, this ain’t
Soldier rag 'round my neck like a hot boy
Peeling off tire marks from the convoy
Pullin out the zync card, cash never seen it
Freak hoes hit me frequent, heart eyes in my recents
I’m thinking 'bout increasing
Saint Laurent chinos with creases
Call animal control
I’m in my mode, yeah I’m beastin'
In the cut tryna bleed somethin' (bleed somethin')
Ya’ll bitin' like toddlers when they teeth come in
Aye, I never did it by the book
Red rag top, on the strip like Suge, they wouldn’t help you if they could
So I’m good on what they say and watch what they don’t say
You was supposed to be my dawg, you fucked up the whole play
Real used to recognize real, I’m missing those days
You don’t fuck with me its okay, just know it go both ways
(both ways)
Both ways, both ways, both ways
Alex plugged me and I need the whole thang
Pasadena’s own 626 God
It’s been years ya’ll still fraud
I keep goin' hard
Like I just popped a Viagra
They want me to fall in Niagra
I just throw more to the dancers
When she with me she don’t answer
Gave me the top I ain’t ask her
All this money new
I’ll probably move to New Hampshire
Prayer hand emojis for the family, we blessed
Permanently on these niggas like a T-Tech
Louis frames on my eyelids, I don’t see threats
I’m rollin' woods off Manchester at the GS
And that’s Games and Sports for you slow niggas
Shout out to 323, from the 626 to the 909 all the way back 'round
That’s how I’m living
Aye, Aye
on the phone
Did the whole beat on my own