God’s Schedule

Lyrics

[Chorus] Me tryna keep up with all my hoes gettin' stressful Stuck up in the hood, still pussy, I left you Never gave a fuck, fuck a nigga, God bless you Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule [Verse] I just fucked your ho, got some face in my bathrobe No Flex Zone, I don't brag, so why they mad for? So high off that Ganja, got a nigga feelin' astral He say he want smoke, boy, be careful what you ask for Grab my M14 and rip that nigga a new asshole Way before the virus, I would pop out with my mask on Feel like Soulja Boy, hop out the bed and turn my swag on I don't got no waves, but got a Gucci du-rag on Mama had seven kids, but I'm the one she brag on Never bought my bitch a pursе, but got a Birkin bag on G-Stars hold my XD, so you know my pants gon' sag on The next nigga that test mе get a big black plastic bag on [Chorus] Me tryna keep up with all my hoes gettin' stressful Stuck up in the hood, still pussy, I left you Never gave a fuck, fuck a nigga, God bless you Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule [Outro] Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God-God-God-God-God-God-God