Gomd lyrics

[Intro]
Young ass n*gga, coutin' guala
Why you beat that ho' up? n*gga, what's yo' problem?
Put my gang in new designer, everything is Prada
Bro get off my di*k, go take care of yo' daughter

[Verse]
You beat ya' b*tch up, that sh*t don't leave out the family picture
I'm smokin' dope, out the zipper
Saw the music ain't work, so he start sellin' zip-ups
[?] di*k up
I showed love to n*ggas, then they went for the switch up
Twitter typin', we gon' get up wit' ya'
You was just showin' love in my face, n*gga, which one, is it?
Heard ya' new sh*t, man, that sh*t not hittin'
You just makin' my prod's look sh*tty
I ain't goin' back and forth with no internet n*gga
Crash a Double R, I hope yo' b*tch ass in it
I just count up my guap, and I sit back, n*gga
n*gga beat that ho' ass, you a sis-ass n*gga
Quit that talkin', I'm not tryna chit-chat n*gga
Brother told me, "Chill out", I'm like, "f*ck that"
It's a way that I deal with these b*tch ass n*ggas
You was usin' that ho', like a punch bag
And I really ain't look for no diss back, n*gga
I'm too rich, give a f*ck 'bout a comeback
n*ggas say my name just for promotion
Young ass, n*ggas just signed for some grown sh*t
Dumbass, tryna act dumb, n*gga, slow sh*t
Don't know, why n*ggas, playin' wit' the kid
You a, dad now, I'm prayin' for the kid
We had, bro kick yo' sh*t over this way
Twitter, typin' like bro, how my di*k taste?
n*gga beatin' a ho', 'cause he b*tch-made
I just, be in my zone like a sensei
Whole gang, beatin' they chest, so they big ape
I got some n*ggas mad, I got rich, goddamn
I know all my racks safe, but yo' b*tch ain't
[Outro]
Young ass n*gga, coutin' guala
Why you beat that ho' up? n*gga, what's yo' problem?
I just dripped my gang out, everything is Prada
I just took the whole gang to Balenciaga
Bro get off my di*k, go take care of yo' daughter