God Sight by Kid Caprio Lyrics
(Chorus)
It's in my cup
I just don't give a fuck
I just poured up another drink
Roll up
In the cut
And I be stunting fuck you think
This bitch got me fucked up
You keep fussing and touching paint
It remind me cousin said it wasn't just cause it ain't
But this is that coke white leather pushing the seats back
And if she could go find better nobody beats that
Strap up my J's made it a day
Say that's gods sight
Yeah I don't play bitch I get paid
So lets make the cost right
(Verse 1)
Goddamnit I'm lit
Keep like seventeen grand on my hip
Went to from the jeep to the phantom my whip
Bitch hate me I'm manning my shit
Just might Hannah Montana my flow
Hit like 4 then banana my clip
And I ain't planning bout a hoe
I'm slamming that bitch
'Til I'm pulling out a pole
Like that damnit that's it
And fanta I sip
And this may change if you stay cagеd
I'll stay froze and you and stay dangerous
You stay posting I'll be ghosting
Trynna makе the most
Cause we'll both go places
Blow more faces
Got a new chain
No complaints my fit Bruce Wayne
Grow more tastes its 4 show basis
Don't go lace this it's the same
(Chorus)
It's in my cup
I just don't give a fuck
I just poured up another drink
Roll up
In the cut
And I be stunting fuck you think
This bitch got me fucked up
You keep fussing and touching paint
It remind me cousin said it wasn't just cause it ain't
But this is that coke white leather pushing the seats back
And if she could go find better nobody beats that
Strap up my J's made it a day
Say that's gods sight
Yeah I don't play bitch I get paid
So lets make the cost right
Alright y'all wanna talk to me
I been dipping out with the velocity
Get down been wild never possibly
I get round lit style what the cost'd be
Spit loud this sound get across the sea
Everybody on my dick now constantly
I don't care what they trip bout honestly
Old bitch talk shit now gossiping
Thought the high school shit would end
But my truth spit and the vibes too sick
And a blunt get flicked again
While I grip the pen and get lifted right
I sip a fifth of my hen it my kryptonite
And imma run it to the end but they quick to bite
And you learn a lot about a man who they pick to fight
And you gonna learn lil more
When they hit the floor
And I can turn it into gold
When I hit the road
Trynna spin it for a minute
Even then I reinvent it the lieutenant
Spitting like I never did it before
This ain't a video show
Show running with a tape
Might spit at your hoe with more money than a bank
Still running on the low
But do I even wanna know
And if I drove might throw 4 hundred in the tank
Don't fuck with my estate
Throw that shit in the grave
You will not get paid off the shit that I made
Trynna get a milly seemed silly
But I had to get it really
Left school shit I had to runaway
Shotgun to run the play
Or I'm jumping with a fade
And it still get cold but I wouldn't wanna trade
And if you chilling with a pro
Then you probably would known
That I roam but I'm home
And this is just another day
(Chorus)
It's in my cup
I just don't give a fuck
I just poured up another drink
Roll up
In the cut
And I be stunting fuck you think
This bitch got me fucked up
You keep fussing and touching paint
It remind me cousin said it wasn't just cause it ain't
But this is that coke white leather pushing the seats back
And if she could go find better nobody beats that
Strap up my J's made it a day
Say that's gods sight
Yeah I don't play bitch I get paid
So lets make the cost right
It's in my cup
I just don't give a fuck
I just poured up another drink
Roll up
In the cut
And I be stunting fuck you think
This bitch got me fucked up
You keep fussing and touching paint
It remind me cousin said it wasn't just cause it ain't
But this is that coke white leather pushing the seats back
And if she could go find better nobody beats that
Strap up my J's made it a day
Say that's gods sight
Yeah I don't play bitch I get paid
So lets make the cost right
(Verse 1)
Goddamnit I'm lit
Keep like seventeen grand on my hip
Went to from the jeep to the phantom my whip
Bitch hate me I'm manning my shit
Just might Hannah Montana my flow
Hit like 4 then banana my clip
And I ain't planning bout a hoe
I'm slamming that bitch
'Til I'm pulling out a pole
Like that damnit that's it
And fanta I sip
And this may change if you stay cagеd
I'll stay froze and you and stay dangerous
You stay posting I'll be ghosting
Trynna makе the most
Cause we'll both go places
Blow more faces
Got a new chain
No complaints my fit Bruce Wayne
Grow more tastes its 4 show basis
Don't go lace this it's the same
(Chorus)
It's in my cup
I just don't give a fuck
I just poured up another drink
Roll up
In the cut
And I be stunting fuck you think
This bitch got me fucked up
You keep fussing and touching paint
It remind me cousin said it wasn't just cause it ain't
But this is that coke white leather pushing the seats back
And if she could go find better nobody beats that
Strap up my J's made it a day
Say that's gods sight
Yeah I don't play bitch I get paid
So lets make the cost right
Alright y'all wanna talk to me
I been dipping out with the velocity
Get down been wild never possibly
I get round lit style what the cost'd be
Spit loud this sound get across the sea
Everybody on my dick now constantly
I don't care what they trip bout honestly
Old bitch talk shit now gossiping
Thought the high school shit would end
But my truth spit and the vibes too sick
And a blunt get flicked again
While I grip the pen and get lifted right
I sip a fifth of my hen it my kryptonite
And imma run it to the end but they quick to bite
And you learn a lot about a man who they pick to fight
And you gonna learn lil more
When they hit the floor
And I can turn it into gold
When I hit the road
Trynna spin it for a minute
Even then I reinvent it the lieutenant
Spitting like I never did it before
This ain't a video show
Show running with a tape
Might spit at your hoe with more money than a bank
Still running on the low
But do I even wanna know
And if I drove might throw 4 hundred in the tank
Don't fuck with my estate
Throw that shit in the grave
You will not get paid off the shit that I made
Trynna get a milly seemed silly
But I had to get it really
Left school shit I had to runaway
Shotgun to run the play
Or I'm jumping with a fade
And it still get cold but I wouldn't wanna trade
And if you chilling with a pro
Then you probably would known
That I roam but I'm home
And this is just another day
(Chorus)
It's in my cup
I just don't give a fuck
I just poured up another drink
Roll up
In the cut
And I be stunting fuck you think
This bitch got me fucked up
You keep fussing and touching paint
It remind me cousin said it wasn't just cause it ain't
But this is that coke white leather pushing the seats back
And if she could go find better nobody beats that
Strap up my J's made it a day
Say that's gods sight
Yeah I don't play bitch I get paid
So lets make the cost right