Hollygrove Mikey - God lyrics

rate me

Feat. Gudda Gudda

(Verse)

Sippin' lean, I be sittin' clean, my bitch super mean

Bad bitch, I just fuck her good, prolly hit her spline

Super deep, like I'm scuba steep

Be my jewelry, watch her blink

I'm a king, since I was a teen

Get yo bitch that dope dick

Triple beam

Scratches on my back, wolverine

Holey grow OG, you know how it G-O

Cush by the kilo, live our life illegal

Smoke till I o.d., that's the way we D-O

Downsize bells, that's a vito

Toss it on the frecko, chips like freedo

Clutch fire, bitch, bet I make these three throws

It's the GOD flow, the new rap goods y'all don't know

The flow so dope I gotta scope from Pablo

You don't even know if that's worth the Rocko

On my way to riches I ain't seen a pot whole

Sixteen bars on my twelve apostles

My house is a whore house, call it a brothel

Gone on my GOD flow, ease on my God glow

(Hook)

On my GOD shit, oh my God

On my GOD shit, oh my God

On my GOD shit, oh my God

On my GOD shit, oh my God God

On my GOD shit, oh my God

Oh God

(Verse)

God flow, all dope come straight from the Medi Inn

I'm Pablo, hey Hancho, you sellin' things, you sellin' dreams

Got a plug on anything, from Mississippi all the way to Fargo

Truck filled with precious cargo

Gonna land 'em all, that's no pro'lem

Get money, sellin' hope and sorrow

Now I'm gettin' payed for a show tomorrow

Remember days I was broke I borrowed

Payed double for the dough I borrowed

Used to have my card on the black charge

Now I got enough money for the Murciélago

All black, now you know me, like Raija Honders

That shit you holer, bitch

All that, I can bring you straight to yo doormat

One D for ten niggas with me

I ain't mad, homie, no format

Where I'm from, if you made it out

You prolly shouldn't go back

Niggas starvin' and it's goin' down

Like what!? Like four flat, just know that

But please keep your eyes on the surroundings,

I get surrounded then shots fired then man down

Then funerals then black gowns, city of God is that town

Let off, swing that round, on the floor, you hit that sound

It's Mac rounds, no backing down, nigga

(Hook)

On my GOD shit, oh my God

On my GOD shit, oh my God

On my GOD shit, oh my God

On my GOD shit, oh my God God

On my GOD shit, oh my God

Oh God