God Church

Lyrics

Dream Addix
 I was broke, but I'm livin' in the hills now
 I was crazy, but this ice made me chill out (ice, ice)
 No 20s, I need blue on my bills
 I'm not like Kylie Jenner, everythin' I got is real now
 When I'm out, you be starin' like a sightseer (rrr, rrr)
 I will not call her baby, I'm not like Bieber
 I don't ever give an F like, a nice teacher
 Fuck it, I'm just keepin' it 100, like a high fever
 Thought I told you that you need to go and wash your face
 You're 17, she's 21 you tryna catch a case
 DM after DM, you was tryna take me on a date
 Go vlog, stop rappin', tryna ride the fuckin' wave (splash)
 They used to hate, tell me that I wasn't goin' far
 Look at me now, I be pullin' up in foreign cars (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
 Which one? Bitch, I cannot pick one
 He said it's the 'Rari or the Range or the big one, ayy
 Y'all ain't really doin' much, nah, y'all ain't cool with us
 Hate on me, you fucked up in the head, like Supercuts
 I'm in the hills, just Uber up, I'm not payin' I do enough
 Your girl like Blac Chyna, 'cause all she wanna do is fuck
 Ooh, your girl on the track, she sound better than you
 Someone dissed me, I don't know, I'm like, "Who?"
 Said I cashed out from last song, it's true
 And yeah, I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
 I hit the club, and I'm leavin' with two
 Verified 'cause all these checks that I blew
 Your girl on the track, she sound better than you
 Someone dissed me, I don't know, I'm like, "Who?"
 Ayy, shut yo' ass up, go and get your cash up
 She done got ran through, Magcon smashed up
 Your man gave you followers, don't know why you gassed up
 I'm runnin' with the subs and the views you can't catch up (ooh, ooh, ooh)
 Used to be a big fan, I'm your fuckin' idol (idol)
 Hit me up, tried to link, but I'm not a bio (bio)
 Can't rap like those blonde brothers from Ohio (trash)
 Now I got 'em all doin' songs, tryna take my style, ayy (yeah)
 Money talks, yeah, my money gets annoyin', ayy
 Juice digger chase the clout from your boyfriend, ayy
 Bitch, I got more plugs than a modem, ayy (yeah)
 I got carats in my ice like a snowman, ayy (yeah)
 How you gonna let your girl have a better verse? (What?)
 That's your girl? She a stick, she ain't got curves
 She a ho, yeah, you fell into the thot curse
 Dropped merch and it's sellin' like a God church
 Ooh, your girl on the track, she sound better than you
 Someone dissed me, I don't know, I'm like, "Who?"
 Said I cashed out from last song, it's true
 And yeah, I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
 I hit the club, and I'm leavin' with two
 Verified 'cause all these checks that I blew
 Your girl on the track, she sound better than you
 Someone dissed me, I don't know, I'm like, "Who?"
 

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Duration
02:30
Key
8
Tempo
102 BPM

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