GrandeMarshall - GODBPM Lyrics
[Intro]***** my enemies *****Actin' bad and gettin' richUh Uh Uhhhhh[Verse 1: GrandeMarshall]Free all of my fed homiesAnnotateRest in peace to my dead homies***** that other shit niggaLets get this bread homieOne time for the real niggasFor them I will kill niggasStand in front the judge and never tellAnd never squeal niggaTwo times for the freak hoesMurder mommies who respect the G-codeKeep her nose high and her heels tooOn twitter like "Grande im trill too"My nigga, my nigga, my niggas is niggasFor life young niggas wit a attitudeHow you mad at that? That ain't real rap?***** nigga you still stuck in 92'Hollow in yo head, this ya brain on drugsDidn't momma tell you, "young nigga don't mess with them thugs!"Don't be no enemy of mineDon't be no fake friend eitherCause all that's gon' get you's a bagAnd a trip to the preacherAnd I worked too get this shitBut I'd fight harder to keep itCold nights I slept with the heaterAnd a full clip a'soul eatersKept that mask on handyA couple sacks a' that candyA couple of blacks my niggasOutback who wanna get off? fine n' dandyI know you ***** niggas been waitingBeen craving to hit somethingTaking pages outta Craven's niggaCreepin' and bumpin'We on that bullshit niggaGo head and bullshit niggaKeep grabbin' life by the hornsAnd end up as bullshit niggaChuuuch![Hook]This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or buss a head(x3)Or ***** my enemies *****, actin' bad and gettin' rich(repeat x2)[Verse 2: GrandeMarshall]Black flags at full sailBlack mask with a gold shellTitties hangin' out her camo jacketPack a 22-platinum ChanelHearin' threats but I ain't hearin' shotsGettin' hate but I ain't gettin' shotNiggas talk but nigga don't chalkYoung nigga with a old soulI came up wit a rare breedAin't no future in frontin' niggaSince a young bul I been a OGWhat's money to me?What's hoes to me?What's drugs to me?That's a lick niggaRidin' round with the windows downYou hear the sounds in those sets niggaThat set nigga! (that set nigga!)Uhh, what that smell like?Mixing weed, embalming fluidBurn it like a gas pipeReaper in that crown vicCreeper in that champ hoodieAngels in that blunt wrapEatin' in that zip niggaMy ghetto got the blackest nightsRunnin' from them blue and whitesSkippin and bouncin' on street lightsWord to the L and neither nightsRaw hide shawty, rubber never touch my ***** niggaEverytime I bust know there's a rubber on my grip nigga![Hook][End]
