Kool-Aid Cartier

Lyrics

[Verse 1: S God] Your songs all remind me of my bitch lips 'Cause they both suck dick Ain't gotta take a test 'cause they know I'm sick Ain't gotta tag me in 'cause they know I'm it Ops pull up, on the floor I spit Stupid That boy trippin', gotta tie his shoelace I leave his shirt stained red, no Kool-Aid My bitch sweet, got a god damn toothache All my songs (swish) I'm a god at 2K Buffet, what these beats are to me Ain't a single one of you boys harming me I got a couple dozen new toys armin' me So Imma let my choppers sing in harmony Yeah My chain swang like some old bitch tits do Keep talkin' shit and your mama gon miss you Chopper got a dick and that bitch gon kiss you I got cheese like I run a pizzeria Diamonds drippin' on mе like a bite into sandia Bitches lovе me heavy like a group out of Korea In the club drunk as fuck and I'm callin' for Maria Like I need smoke and then I need drank and then She give face and then I give thanks and then Trip to bank, 'cause bitch I got paper Got me ballin' every day like a god damn Laker I'll burn a stack of blue faces for the flex Fly a bad bitch out only for the sex I don't need no friends only need a tec Ain't a soul gon test, I don't need a vest Cut that bitch off with the scissors DQ on my neck it's a blizzard Crystal my neck like a wizard That why these bitches stay bitter [Hook: S God] I put the past right behind me Baby know you are no side piece I keep that thing right beside me There's ops all around, that stay plotting Baby, I don't need a stylist I need a coupe with no milage I need them Cartier diamonds This drink in my cup got me vibin' [Verse 2: S God] I ride with the beam on the stick Your bitch wanna ride with the clique You know that my chopper stay loaded When Imma shoot I don't miss And my life a fantasy Your bitch a fan of me Said she want come right to one of my shows I got a Gucci bag right for my hoe All of these bitches wanna suck out my soul yeah I just be countin' my dough yeah Soldier like I'm from Magnolia I got all these hoes stay actin like they know me Imma break the board, droppin' 60 like I'm Kobe Please don't play no games, better pay me what you owe me Smokin' on this dro got me higher than the nose bleed Hoe please [Hook: S God] I put the past right behind me Baby know you are no side piece I keep that thing right beside me There's ops all around, that stay plotting Baby, I don't need a stylist I need a coupe with no milage I need them Cartier diamonds This drink in my cup got me vibin' [Verse 3: 3barshawty] Hey Throwing my money at women That fuck up my vision then fuck on my face (Huh) She said it's me or the molly I made a decision I'm stuck in my ways (Yuh) She want to sit on my dick in the Rari I'm classy, I fuck in the wraith (Yuh) I don't even got a wraith It belongs to a friend, but he said it's okay Too off your bitch like I'm riding the Lamb Spotted a crib and it's right on the sand I got the pack and it's high in demand Nothing else get me as high as I am Nothing quite hit like them hunnids Soon as I saw this shit I had to run it Soon as I saw the pigs I got to running Soon as you heard this shit knock You said come in Stick, and I'm talking bout Glock I ain't drummin Sit in the whip on the block That you bum in I got the drip I spent digits on Balmain Cartier on me I'm frozen like sorbet [Hook: S God] I put the past right behind me Baby know you are no side piece I keep that thing right beside me There's ops all around, that stay plotting Baby, I don't need a stylist I need a coupe with no milage I need them Cartier diamonds This drink in my cup got me vibin' [Outro: S God] I do not milly rock ooo I do not milly rock ooo I do not milly rock ooo I do not milly rock ooo