Whip

Lyrics

[Verse 1: S God] Shoutout Blake, hoodie ain't even on right Neck pillow brace when I hit her with the long pipe Keep my hoe spoiled, she got used to my card swipe Red dot hit you like a Call of Duty snipe Sauce drippin' off me like the sky drop hail Bitch I've been the shit since ("You've got mail") Killin' this rap shit and my skin is pale My discog divine, the new Holy Grail Seen the brutality so it's fuck 12 If they wanna take me in then they better duck shells Boy you just a fat mans bitch like an elf I'm the greatest seller ever, product flying off the shelf Yung S God, SMG be the clique Actin' like a bitch, wet you up with them dicks Percoset mixed in with a little molly Call me Santa Clause 'cause that mix keep me jolly [Hook: S God] I want a whip I want a house I want a bitch, to fuck like a spouse I want a whip I want a whip I want a whip I want a whip I want a whip I want a house I want a bitch, to fuck like a spouse I want a whip I want a whip I want a whip I want a whip [Verse 2: S God] You don't want smoke, you don't want static I see you flexin' but boy you don't have it I want a whip, I water whip I pop a bean, then fuck on your bitch When I come around you out of luck, uh Stupid lil bitch shut the fuck, yuh Pull up the shotty, load it up then pump Line up my shot, 3 shells to your gut Take a brick, chop it up, send it back real quick I don't want silicone, I want me a real bitch If rap don't work I'mma go and hit a lick Pull up with the stick, hit you up real slick Rollie on my wrist and it don't even tick All my guns got clips 'bout the size of my dick Rollie on my wrist and it don't even tick All my guns got clips 'bout the size of my dick [Hook: S God] I want a whip I want a house I want a bitch, to fuck like a spouse I want a whip I want a whip I want a whip I want a whip I want a whip I want a house I want a bitch, to fuck like a spouse I want a whip I want a whip I want a whip I want a whip [Verse 3: S God] No you can't judge, no you can't judge My blunt got the grass and my cup got the mud My diamonds is drippin', I'm causing a flood Make it run red like I'm reppin' the blood SMG this is our year, huh I'mma kill everything you hold dear, yuh The time of the God is quite near, aye All you faggot rappers stay clear, what I just wanna know why you thinkin' you could fuck with me She just wanna know if it's cool for her to touch on me Fuck all that talkin', my team is 'bout action I chop you in half like a motherfuckin' fraction It's over it's over, you cannot survive Got death on my mind, and red in my eyes Pull up behind you dressed in a disguise Kill those I despise with a deadly surprise I fuck on your main bitch and give no reply Fuck you and your feelings, I don't do polite If you don't wanna die I suggest you comply You are now in the presence of the living dead tonight Bitch all my homies vampires and monsters Always be down when it's time for the slaughter Name one rapper that maybe is hotter And I kill his ass on stage at my concert