LîL hØllÖw - God To This sh** lyrics

I'm a 'God to this sh**' homie what chu f**in mean? I'm just back and I'm lit and I'm packin major green, get stabbed in hip and get bashed by my team, never talkin to a FED or man I get a casualty, man I f** her while she wet and dude I get that p**y creamed, man I roll up on her sticky but that p**y really clean, man I drop a dab up in the rig and feel her p**y steam, if I even I drop a bar dude her p**y scream, it pushing streams, I'm rude wit my common sense, I rule wit my dominance, it's cruel I'm on top of it, no cool when it comes to spit, your j**els are irrelevant, I grew on concrete Sahara sh**, I pull out the choppa b**h that sh** look like a elephant, in the whip, wit a fifth, and I'm detriment, got your b**h, on the dick, and it f**in long and sh**, if your sick? Write a script, man I ain't no pharmacist, roll a swish, take a hit, your joint look like a baby dick, blow a kiss, to your miss, then I bet she want my fist, drop some 'cid, in a vacant crib, while I'm breakin stick, and I'm bakin quick, I aim to rip, don't angle it, I prayed for this, so let's take a trip, no major tips, in this gang of lips, I make a list, and I'll add your kids, found out where you live and all necks get slit, vampiric wit the flow all rappers get bit, if you can't take the blood get a f**in med kit, dude I bang in a sub, name a track or take a pick, gotta do my show, huffin gas wit my friends, dude my mom a metalhead screamin 'that's my f**in kid!', dude my pops a metalhead screamin 'that's right f**in spit' showin all my brothers all the songs that I've writ, talkin to my uncle 'let's drop this sh**' bang it wit my homies and we bounce your b**h, rippin her asophagus, I come in wit apocalypse, I'm takin a hit and I'm Pacin' it, comin in her box and my co*k say 'drip', I f** a b**h who swallow it, I run up better pocket it, and still I gotta pocket pick, disciples I'm still ominous, wit rifles they ain't Protestant, I murder if you condescend, you confident wit no accomplishments? Transform for the sh** like Optimus, now I'm lookin at the game like I'm an optimist, always fill em wit the fire never copin sh**, so I spit it wit a lighter no combustion trick, then I shout out all my family 'dude your cousin's sick!', then I fill em wit the venom and they hØllÖw b**h, and the sh** it marinatin like a bosco stick, and I hit em wit the Krillin it go 'bop' they stiff, so I drag em to the back I gotta chop their limbs