Lyrics Alpaca - Shad Da God

Alpaca

Yeah, God
Y’all know what the fuck goin' on man
Y’all know who the fuck the originator is man
The motivator, you understand me
If you playing with that knife, then young nigga you gon' get cut
Yeah I’m pouring up that drank, hoping a nigga don’t get stuck
Now I’m pullin' up on this bitch 'cause these hoes be tryna get fucked
(Bitch done get took down, you know what I’m sayin', phew, let’s go)
Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit
I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz
Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch
Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick
I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win
I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win, no
I can see they don’t want us to win
But I’m back in the money again
Bathtub eight rows again
And they bad, this ain’t nothin' but a ten
And I used to meet 'em on that block
I was trappin' in my Cartier lens
Now I dress up in suit boy stocks
And I need in on the next Benz
I be rockin' somethin' sixty-six bands, on my motherfuckin' hands
After this flip I’ma cross the land, I’m not playin' around with a bitch,
hold up
Morning time or the night time, even the afternoons ridin' with sticks, hold up
My partner talkin' real smooth to him, tell the truth he a lick
Set a rat trap for a snitch
Probably go Gucci Louis with the sticks
We gon' see who really ride with this shit
We still gotta go and slide 'bout some shit
I’m mafia, I’m so inside of this shit
A nigga done did some time for this shit
My niggas done lived and died 'bout this shit
I swear to God, been inside of this shit, I’m rockin'
Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit
I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz
Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch
Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick
I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win
I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win, no
I ran up that cake on a son of a bitch
I bought me a Wraith for that son of a bitch
I done bought a new drake with that son of a bitch (draco)
And I put me some tape on that son of a bitch
I done got me a scope on that son of a bitch
Sellin' nothin' but dope in this son of a bitch
Got VS on my rope and it’s son of a bitch
This gelato gon' choke a lil bitch
I want the head, I want both of them bitches
I want to put on a show for the bitches
I try for the money, I throw for them digits
I ain’t never tried flex on my bros for them bitches
Hit a three six and the blunt smokin' on bitches
Got all new money and loads of ambition
I be tryna chop it up with you, just listen
Yo, you can go get the lil money for the mission
Dawg it’s a real bankroll, just pay attention
Thought we was gon' go 'head, twist up the extension
Yo I be ridin' V12, big big engine
At the spot smokin' cookie, burnin' incense
Look, and I got a food stamp gang
I done went to do double up the Rolls Royce, no, not the Range
Me and your money, know that shit not the same
Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit
I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz
Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh
Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch
Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick
I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win
I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win, no