Gift from God lyrics

[Intro]
Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas
Helluva made this beat, baby

[Chorus: BagBoy Mell]
Yeah, I don't want your b*tch, she still basic
I got M's on my mind that I'm chasin' now
A n*gga try to take my chain, he couldn't take it
Left him dead in the street, he ain't make it now
n*ggas playin' both sides, better pick a side
I got some extended bullets that'll pick your ride
You get wet when I spray, you slip, we slide
She open up just like a present, I'm a gift from God

[Verse: Cash Kidd]
Boy, if you knew you was soft as hell, why even start beef?
Must've left his heart in the house, five heartbeats (pus*y)
Went to see my PO with it on the car seat (No cap)
Now that I'm froze, b*tches tryna restart things
Heard about dawg, that sh*t crazy, damn, how that sh*t happen?
These n*ggas gon' die dirty, like Michael Jackson
Dirty Diana, you don't get it? Y'all some idiots (Dummy)
Once I get mad, I'm on go, I'm not hearing sh*t
Put that b*tch in the corner 'cause she disobedient (No cap)
Taught my n*gga how to read and write like I teach English
Said you heard a n*gga gon' do what? Man, is you serious?
What you think these banana clips for? Man, I'm just curious
Told all my b*tches we a team, that's all y'all di*k
May the best pus*y win, ain't payin' all y'all rent
Ayy, y'all know who got that dog sh*t
Got your dog hit, talk sh*t like I'm Bart Simp
Damn shame I gotta take the Draco on our mall trips
Damn shame you see a wife, I see another lost b*tch
b*tch think I'm pressed, she must not know I do this often
Up in the morning on that road, but I ain't joggin'
Flexed in a stolen joyride and I was like, "Aw, man"
My n*gga G-Mil hit me in the LIV, we had all cans
We tried to run, they point a gun, said put up our hands
Did the dash on they ass, we stood all ten
They boxed us in but it ain't work like I called in
One thing I know, them tables turn, but this ain't our van
Yeah, twenty cars, nineteen of 'em fraudlent
If I shine, my brother shine, but I ain't Marlon, ayy
Heart got broke so many times, now I ain't got one
n*ggas in secret competition, I just caught on
But it's cool
pus*y good, but you can't spend the night, huh
Just threw a bag at my n*gga like a pillowfight
Told me to invest, he got some sh*t can get us rich tonight
Should've wore a vest, them n*ggas must been off that Miler Lite
Online, punching my son toys and sh*t, all Fisher-Price
Whack a n*gga outside of the club, then purchase a flight
[Chorus: BagBoy Mell]
Yeah, I don't want your b*tch, she still basic
I got M's on my mind that I'm chasin' now
A n*gga try to take my chain, he couldn't take it
Left him dead in the street, he ain't make it now
n*ggas playin' both sides, better pick a side
I got some extended bullets that'll pick your ride
You get wet when I spray, you slip, we slide
She open up just like a present, I'm a gift from God