Lyrics

[Verse] Look I be that new religion Ghetto niggas keep me on like true religion God forgive me Jesus need to pay attention I can show 'em how to get more likes than mentions Oh my god why they fuckin' with the gods Stephen Curry you're the squad, John Gotti you're the mob SF King call me Chris Paul with the lobs (Woo!) El Chapo where the boss at? I will never cuff him but I tell him I love him when I be fuckin' I ride around in the bucket with a shotgun ridin' shotgun, just to trigger finger fuck it The hottest nigga ain't even up for discussion They could be caught in the booth writin' real bars And they ain't Kendrick Lamar or his ghostwriters But still wouldn't be the top topic of anyone's discussion I keep it disciplined, niggas with bitch tendencies Niggas get upset because they gon' be friendin' me And I ain't fuckin' in your beds, it got me a little head She fuck with you, I can't let her be seen with me What is this friendin' me? What's all of this energy? They get me so messed up if I gotta be cool with these lames I prefer to be enemies Look, I'm famous, only missin' commas, dodgin' demos, missin' drama Kissin' babies, fuckin' mamas Action figures come equipped, we need us choppers and a llama Give me dirty ho like Madonna, spread teen spirit like Nirvana Didn't see this coming, Stevie Wonder, I swear to God I didn't mean to kill all these bars, your honor And if they got the food, I got a plate Like the words of the great Biggie Smalls, I can't relate Let me get that T-Bone steak, cheese, eggs and Welch's grape LA Leakers DNA, damn, I hope the power let this play Damn, if getting body by a secret nigga mean I'm fuckin' Nicki, come give me Drake 'Cause I'm doing all my hoes like Chris Brown, yeah, that Karrueche Ghetto when I met her, now that bitch is bad and bougie All the niggas with me in the zone, yeah, that's a two-three Legendary fits with the kicks, yeah, that's the 23s No holes in my pockets, even though wearin' ripped jeans If your hoes in pocket, best believe that a nigga rip G's Hundred miles a minute, nigga, even if I'm on a ten-speed Money made, gettin' to the money, motherfucker, really, I ain't gotta read Yeah, yeah, that's how late get New single comin' quick, Mikey, yeah