Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GodZilla, artist - Yung Mal. Date of issue: 10.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
GodZilla |
| Come on |
| Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga, Gudda |
| Cook that shit up, Quay |
| D. Hill |
| Feel like I’m walking through hell |
| My brother got hit up with shells |
| We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our ass |
| But fuck it, nobody gon' tell |
| Some niggas switched up, oh well |
| All my niggas bossed up, we player |
| We going up, need to get this on film |
| Got my weight up, I didn’t go to no gym |
| The chopper stay tucked, it’s gon' knock off some limbs |
| I want all the smoke, yeah the shit you inhale |
| Yeah I could’ve failed but a nigga prevailed |
| Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers |
| I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale |
| My packs airborne, they come through the mail |
| My son is four, he rich as the mayor |
| My brother locked up and he trap out his cell |
| Your girl is a whore, the gang gon' slay her |
| Beat down, drill, we’ll shoot a hundred shots |
| Pop this chopper, got 'em ducking like a fire drill |
| I’m on lean, weed, pills, neck got the fucking chills |
| Yeah this beat come from Gudda Tay, Quay, and D. Hill |
| Before I was rapping, yeah a young nigga was trapping |
| Post in the cut and I get out the package |
| Her ass and titties is clapping but the shit plastic |
| Boy I’m so sick of the capping |
| Godzilla, got hitters, been platinum |
| I want some lamb but fuck it I can’t go to platinum |
| They heard that I signed me a deal, they said I’m worth millions |
| Why the fuck I be on Candler? |
| Feel like I’m walking through hell |
| My brother got hit up with shells |
| We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our ass |
| But fuck it, nobody gon' tell |
| Some niggas switched up, oh well |
| All my niggas bossed up, we player |
| We going up, need to get this on film |
| Got my weight up, I didn’t go to no gym |
| The chopper stay tucked, it’s gon' knock off some limbs |
| I want all the smoke, yeah the shit you inhale |
| Yeah I could’ve failed but a nigga prevailed |
| Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers |
| I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale |
| My packs airborne, they come through the mail |
| My son is four, he rich as the mayor |
| My brother locked up and he trap out his cell |
| My brother caught life so he couldn’t pay the bail |
| My son ain’t but four, he rich and he player |
| He watch me record, he watch all my film |
| He told me take the 1'5 to the gym |
| So I keep dropping hits, I keep giving hell |
| The fans goin' up, they jumping the rail |
| Stay with a shrimp, might pull up and kill |
| When I need me a temp I pull up with shells |
| They say I’m dabbing, I’m fresh as hell |
| I’m rocking Givenchy, my bitch do it well |
| Balenci, Christian, Gucci, Chanel |
| Wraith, Bentley camera, riding down Mill |
| Sliding four fifty-eight like a bat out of hell |
| Go high speed chase, got 12 on my tail |
| We got packs and they sell |
| We got bricks and they frail |
| Feel like I’m walking through hell |
| My brother got hit up with shells |
| We runnin' through bags, the narcs on our ass |
| But fuck it, nobody gon' tell |
| Some niggas switched up, oh well |
| All my niggas bossed up, we player |
| We going up, need to get this on film |
| Got my weight up, I didn’t go to no gym |
| The chopper stay tucked, it’s gon' knock off some limbs |
| I want all the smoke, yeah the shit you inhale |
| Yeah I could’ve failed but a nigga prevailed |
| Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers |
| I smoke out the pound, you gon' weigh on the scale |
| My packs airborne, they come through the mail |
| My son is four, he rich as the mayor |
| My brother locked up and he trap out his cell |