Lyrics Godzilla’s God by Y2

I'm the one that's shuttin sh*t down
Only one that's runnin this town
All them other n***as missed out
Bunch of young n***as tripped out
f**k her have her throwin in towel
Diamonds on a n***a bling blaow
We gon have promethazine dreams
Bopper keep on poppin them beans

We do not f**k with the bottom
This top of this
On my d**k pop a b*t*h
f**k that esophagus
Start a mosh pit and apocalypse
Talk all that sh*t you gon end up on chalk in the dark and sh*t
Sparkin that sh*t b*t*h you wild wild
Talkin that sh*t get choo mopped mopped
Don't do no janitor job job
Psychopath killer gon mob mob

I am not sent for yo entertain this for yo little brain
Keep the cocaine in the sock
I just be switching lanes
n***as can't enter my b*t*hes mane
Unlеss that b*t*h is a bop
Run with them scammers
Fifty n***as with me likе Hammer
They all keep a hammer on god
I just be gassing it stretching it
We don't extras
I really don't give a f**k

I'ma need a mutha f**kin bible
If a n***a talkin rival
I'ma make him reach a rifle and a sniper
This is vital my survival
Not no mutha f**kin idol
This the silence of the Lamborghini
Bout to go diablo n***a
I'm gon set this b*t*h on fire
Chi-chi-chi-cha
You know it's Trill in the south
f**k you n***a think I'm from
This sh*t go dumb
I got cho b*t*h and my d**k on her tongue

A kee a kee kee I'm the only one that's laughing
I bust a nut on top ya Marc Jake glasses
These n***as ass and I'm the only one gassing
I'm in her gut and she said Oh my gosh b*t*h
Oh sh*t here come another cocaine classic
I gotta world of series coming don't dodge me
She got that dunna nunna
Had to get that f**kin number
Always f**kin wita ratchet b*t*h not classy
I had to mix it up a lot
She put the titties on the glass I said you like my style
Imma take her home
Humdele long
That pu**y was made in USA American
Ya
I don't even know what type of sh*t I'm on now
Godzilla verses King Kong probably both now
Tell these hoes that better go down
Imma need a lot of head like a totem pole now or b*t*h
Be gone
I'm everything in the book but a regular degular n***a
Hannibal lecture swear I be eating that pu**y for dinner
Difference between us I be holding my p*n*s when I'm snappin
Tall tee on I feel like I'm back in Atlanta
Still in the lead you n***as receding
I'm easily being Beavis you betta leave it to beaver
Breathing on beats easy peazy cheesy nachos and a taco
I am on the right path
Psychopath and I'm hot hoe
A huh huh huh huh ha
Don't hold ya mutha f**kin breath I'ma still be god
Like yo tummy sick my sh*t don't stop
Imma be the illest n***a killin sh*t forensics can't detect
Unless you point me to the nearest Dexter
Imma need a high horse
Sittin on top of the high horse
Sittin on top of the high horse
I already got
f**k
Starting to think I'm probably really Godzilla's God