TrappedInABlizzard

Lyrics

[ Verse: S God ] Check on the charts, bitch I'm up next Walk up in the store and you know I'm gonna flex Not afraid of death, hell nah don't wear a vest Thought I'm not a God but you fuckin' with the best Born out the flame, Antichrist to the rap game Fuck you and your homies, bust a cap in your damn brain Dat way, bitch I'm 'bout gun play 45 to his face, tell him "Have a fun day" Murderous lunatic Who enjoys shooting shit Upside down crucifix Float in the River Styx And your soul get dismissed Never to reminice With no rememberance Fuck you lil bitches I'm never 'gon fail Killin' you fuckers, I'll send you to hell Plus I'll make bail, that's if I get caught Which I will not I don't need opinions just like I don't need religion Pussy talkin' shit and I hit 'em with percision Everything I drop guaranteed to make a million You might say you hate me but you're guaranteed to listen Pinche cabron wanna test my patience If a puta want war then I won't keep 'em waitin' Mamacita on my dick ridin' me like she racin' Boy the tape 'causing fire, building need evacuation I'm the realest motherfucker God amongst the men The realest motherfucker Comin' out the 210 Reppin' San Antone Texas killer to the bone Watch the throne There's only one S God, I am the original Cannot be replicated, do not get me aggrivated Or you getting suffocated, mad at me 'cause I made it? 'Cause I'm way more celebrated? I'mma leave you devestated I am not a human, I'm a God bitch I'm elevated Underrated 'Bout time that I blew up Sippin' out of two cups Nothing you could do bruh Talkin' that shit and you gonna meet the Ruga Bitch you 'bout to lose your god damn life Kill any motherfucker wanna fight Hit 'em then I stay outta sight Fuck a payment I need all my shit tonight [ Verse 2: S God ] You bitches 'bout to get flexed on Bitch tell me who next on If the answer not S God Pull the Holy Ruga, get blessed by it Yung S God got Disciples in the streets Had to cut some snakes off now my paycheck increased Fuck you jokers talkin' 'bout? I fucked your bitch, now walk it out I glowed up from lonely child to entertaining hella crowds Fuck you if you think I'm pussy Master Prestige, I ain't no rookie My come up; it ain't been cushy Don't seek my soul 'cause hell done took me