Young God lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Smoking Cookie Crisp, huh
Stupid b*tch
Uh, uh
Oof, uh

[Verse 1]
Let my girlfriend hold the strap, n*gga no dyke
Doing drive-bys at night, n*gga no lights
Hating on me? f*ck n*gga got no life
Grew up with n*ggas that's locked up for life
Slow down on the Percs something don't feel right
Hi-tech red, that sh*t slime real right
I freestyle, this sh*t they will write
He on the corner, stop at the red light
Talking drunk, n*gga no Bud Light
He on the Gram, flexing with fake ice
I’ma keep going no time for a hook
They stealing the drip, no time for a crook
Yo b*tch get picked up, then I get licked up
We in the Fisker moving to Cali, LA or Vista
She want a mister, I want her sister, sh*t real crazy
Someone come roll backwoods, I’ll pay
Someone talk down on my name, I’ll slay
I’ma test out my new gun like yeah
Spent two bands, gave my b*tch red hair
Pull up on a f*ck n*gga, he right there
He location shared
On the way with sticks right now we ain’t never cared
Uh, huh