JESUS LOVE YOU BUT I DONT lyrics

40 spin his block like a beyblade
Ops they been b*tch made
Shoot down your plane
Smoke a blunt to your mayday
Fist f*ck your face
With a Glock or an Ak
Run with a switch
Cut him up on the same day
Raining holos on that boy
Running down that pus*y block
Killin' people gives me joy
Leave that b*tch dead from his shock
Punch a kid and break his toy
Rob that pus*y take his sock
You a b*tch yeah you troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
Jesus love you but I don't
Break your face and take your phone
Aim the gat your brain is blown
Pastor p stay on a thrown
You a child who think it grown
You not him b*tch you a clone
Actin tough your head is gone
f*ck your life I got my own
You a wide f*ckin man
I know your ass never ran
I be blending in the dark
Cause my dark ass be kind of tan
Bigger than my zip code
Caught him on the reload
You can't fit up in a car
Your ass need a railroad
40 spin his block like a beyblade
Ops they been b*tch made
Shoot down your plane
Smoke a blunt to your mayday
Fist f*ck your face
With a Glock or an Ak
Run with a switch
Cut him up on the same day
Raining holos on that boy
Running down that pus*y block
Killin' people gives me joy
Leave that b*tch dead from his shock
Punch a kid and break his toy
Rob that pus*y take his sock
You a b*tch yeah you troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
You obese as f*ck
Whipping in a stolen truck
b*tch you need a tummy tuck
Or big ass stroke of luck
Cause you got cholesterol
And it's clogging up your heart
And you can't move at all
Hit the gym yeah that's a start
40 spin his block like a beyblade
Ops they been b*tch made
Shoot down your plane
Smoke a blunt to your mayday
Fist f*ck your face
With a Glock or an Ak
Run with a switch
Cut him up on the same day
Raining holos on that boy
Running down that pus*y block
Killin' people gives me joy
Leave that b*tch dead from his shock
Punch a kid and break his toy
Rob that pus*y take his sock
You a b*tch yeah you a troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
Jesus love you but I don't
Break your face and take your phone
Aim the gat your brain is blown
Pastor p stay on a thrown
You a child who think it grown
You not him b*tch you a clone
Actin tough your head is gone
f*ck your life I got my own
You a wide f*ckin man
I know your ass never ran
I be blending in the dark
Cause my dark ass be kind of tan
Bigger than my zip code
Caught him on the reload
You can't fit up in a car
Your ass need a railroad
40 spin his block like a beyblade
Ops they been b*tch made
Shoot down your plane
Smoke a blunt to your mayday
Fist f*ck your face
With a Glock or an Ak
Run with a switch
Cut him up on the same day
Raining holos on that boy
Running down that pus*y block
Killin' people gives me joy
Leave that b*tch dead from his shock
Punch a kid and break his toy
Rob that pus*y take his sock
You a b*tch yeah you troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock