b*tchmob Preacher lyrics

I dont even write my lyrics i go crazy as f*ck
I dont even write my lyrics i just spit sh*t off the top
Your b*tch at my crib and she gonna give me top
Based boy season acid souljah on top
Based boy season i be with the b*tchmob
I might catch a body for the b*tchmob
I might catch a homi for the b*tchmob
b*tch wanna f*ck cause she know im b*tchmob
She tryna spend my money that gon make my di*k soft
She tryna come to the crib b*tch kick rocks
I know im the sh*t and im finna be on top
Im egotistical and conceded as f*ck
Lookin in the mirror i look pretty as f*ck
Lookin in the mirror and i look just like god
Lookin in the mirror and i look like jesus christ
I ain't gonna lie im the new jеsus christ
If he came back i would crucify him twice
I just robbеd a white plug and his name was bryce
Finessed him for a cart and i sold his mom ice
Im buyin what i want i dont care about the price
I spaz on every song i dont even gotta try
I could probably f*ck your b*tch i dont even gotta try
Im the hardest out here doin this i put that on my life
Im just tryna blow up and retire with my wife