Lyrics God Gang - Shad Da God

God Gang

Imma go rep that bitch, that pussy come Imma trap that bitch, oh yeah
Imma go drag that bitch in Jimmy Choo, Imma swag that bitch, oh yeah
Imma go and hurt that bitch, not triple 3, Imma Perc that bitch, okay
Imma go and work that bitch, Imma little bitch (A don)
Imma get the coupe little bitch (he going)
Imma drop the roof little bitch (that boy going)
Imma keep cutters with me, know damn well they gone shoot little bitch (they
gone shoot ya)
Imma with my business bitch
Imma go on top of that shit
Imma do some real nigga shit (what you do?)
Put the Cutlass on top of them sixes (that Cutlass)
when had to drop something new for them bitches (new shit)
God Gang, God Gang, hopping out the trunk, with a Drac' with a biscuit
I rock Loubs but I ain’t Christian
I done started my mission
I ain’t blaming no nigga, nigga go get some dough, stop bitching
Cause Imma go wrap that bitch, then in Mexico Imma trap that bitch
Imma go and drag that bitch, in Valentino, I’mma swag that bitch, oh yeah
Imma go and work that bitch, then Chinese, yellow purp that bitch, oh yeah
VVS choker bitch
I’m on that dope little bitch
I got a new approach I call it ‘Get it out the mud little bitch'
You gone get some dope when you visit, you gone get fucked too misses
I told a brother pull up with some Faygos, stuck two zips in it (that raw)
I told lil broski to hold on a glizzy, but now that little clip in it (that
drum)
I don’t know shit but Lenox
I don’t know shit but fucking up in it (Benihana)
I don’t know shit bout flippin packs
I don’t know shit but jigging, I’m getting it
I don’t know shit bout your Benz, the V12 or the V8, I ain’t in it
Little buddy got skinny ass bankrolls in the skinnies, you know they were 20s
Imma go rep that bitch, that pussy come Imma trap that bitch, oh yeah
Imma go drag that bitch in Loubitton, Imma swag that bitch, oh yeah
Imma go and hurt that bitch, now Yu-Gi, Imma purp that bitch
Imma get off my dick
Imma be the Georgia brick fair
Imma pull up with brick fair, look like a fucking lick
Imma in the, in the Hellcat, you can’t catch that motherfucker
Anything to free my partners
Imma go fuck up the summer
Smoking the Marijuana
Polo the pocket my partner
Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the cup, it’s a dirty
Yeah, yeah, ‘Free the G.O.A.T.', I know they heard me
God Gang, God Gang, we worth some birdies (bricks)
Bankroll Mafia, I know they heard us on the last one
God Gang, God Gang, this shit gone be platinum
God Gang, God Gang, this shit the album
Bankroll Mafia, Bankroll Mafia, they watch me like player one
And we the lord, they think we 2Pac, this the album
Ooh, God Gang and free the G.O.A.T.
bitch