Panther

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Panther

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[Hook: S God] We don't do ridin' with fake shit yuh That be too basic, right Game is a snake pit, never quite sure where the snake bit SMG we gonna make it aye Get this whole place lit yuh Fucker just face it, number one spot I'mma take it We don't do ridin' with fake shit yuh That be too basic, right Game is a snake pit, never quite sure where the snake bit SMG we gonna make it aye Get this whole place lit yuh Fucker just face it, number one spot I'mma take it [Verse 1: S God] 50,000 dollars on my wrist right now, loud pack got me lit as a bitch right now Talk shit to the clique, right hook, lights out Glacier wrist, yeah I brought the ice out Fuck a parent, fuck a cop bitch I do what I want Worked hard for my shit, I deserve to flaunt Make Earth my bitch, it's my world to haunt Better hope that you catch me with the burner off I don't really know what the fuck you on, but I ain't bowin' down You ain't never help when I was down and out Fuckin' pussy Standin' at the edge, don't fuckin' push me Keep a Glock on me just in case of problems High class shit I don't fuck with commons Stop all that typing with your fuckin' comments 'Cause I guarantee in death you're gonna be forgotten Why you don't say it in person lil bitch? 'Cause you know I leave you hurtin' lil bitch Underground serpent just lurkin' and shit I am the God behind curtains lil bitch Flash flood flow, kick rhymes then I ghost I am not one of you doing the most Claim you the best, not even almost Barely 'bout as hard as some toast at most I be up workin' them late nights So I can stand right in them stage lights So I can go up to them great heights But I keep a guard up for them snake types Keep the grass cut, bitch wanna try me and chopper rip guts Keep the grass cut, bitch wanna try me and chopper rip guts [Hook: S God] We don't do ridin' with fake shit yuh That be too basic, right Game is a snake pit, never quite sure where the snake bit SMG we gonna make it aye Get this whole place lit yuh Fucker just face it, number one spot I'mma take it We don't do ridin' with fake shit yuh That be too basic, right Game is a snake pit, never quite sure where the snake bit SMG we gonna make it aye Get this whole place lit yuh Fucker just face it, number one spot I'mma take it [Verse 2: S God] Fuck is you talkin'? You see that I run it So stop all that gossipin', makin' assumptions All of that shit that you talkin' is nothin' Say you gone kill me, I know that you bluffin' Pray for forgivness, the lord didn't hear me So I went to heaven and I made him fear me Syth in my hand for anyone testin' me This is a guarentee, I make him rest in peace Lil Bark in this bitch (aye) Gold fangs when I spit (damn) Lil God be the one (aye) Spit like a submachine gun (yuh) Dododododododo (aye) Really gone shoot out the roof (yuh) Foreign my motherfuckin' coupe (bitch) You know I ride with Yunggscoop (aye) Bitch I can only tell truth (fuck) Flex while I'm still in my youth (flex) Gold on my motherfuckin' tooth (flex) And you know I'm straight off the goup (damn) Top always off when I ride (bitch) You know I'm reppin' southside (yuh) Blonde boy, flex on 'em heavy (aye) Candy paint, ridin' in my Chevy (skrt) [Hook: S God] We don't do ridin' with fake shit yuh That be too basic, right Game is a snake pit, never quite sure where the snake bit SMG we gonna make it aye Get this whole place lit yuh Fucker just face it, number one spot I'mma take it We don't do ridin' with fake shit yuh That be too basic, right Game is a snake pit, never quite sure where the snake bit SMG we gonna make it aye Get this whole place lit yuh Fucker just face it, number one spot I'mma take it We don't do ridin' with fake shit yuh That be too basic, right Game is a snake pit, never quite sure where the snake bit SMG we gonna make it aye Get this whole place lit yuh Fucker just face it, number one spot I'mma take it

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