God-Like by Kyle Rapps Lyrics
[Intro: Alonzo Harris]
Aww, you motherfuckers. Okay. Alright
I'm putting cases on all you bitches. Huh
You think you can do this shit... Jake
You think you can do this to me?
You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you
SHU program, nigga. 23-hour lockdown
I'm the man up in this piece
You'll never see the light of...
Who the fuck do you think you're fucking with?
Yeah, that's right, you better walk away
Go on and walk away...
'Cause I'm gonna' burn this motherfucker down
[Verse 1]
Her ass look like a peach, pussy pit
Rap Kurt Thomas, fuck your rookie clique
The light's on, fully lit
Python, turn your wife on, bully shit
Type A, blood-hungry
You might pay, love money
Colombian drug tummy
I'm hard as fuck, Doug Funny
Gin rummy
I'm one sick puppy
Snorting crushed prescription, bumping Kid Cudi
I've been gully
In God we trust, trust me
I fucked her hard, made her butt pee
For old men, there's no country
I'm so Zen
Sit still in a coke binge
I'm awkward like Coplin
Jerking off with no lotion
Punch me in the throat watch me choke in slow motion
Mermaid bitch gave me dome in the ocean
She's young, I'm hung like clothes with a clothes pin
I don't have a fuck if I don't get no spins
I don't have a fuck if I don't get no spins
I don't have a fuck if I don't get no spins
[Break: Alonzo Harris]
King Kong ain't got shit on me!
King Kong ain't got shit on me!
[Verse 2]
I'd rather be alone than with a fucking fake harlot
Looking for that leftover shit cum on the carpet
Suburban hardship
Kyle Rapp's on the market
I get my beats online, get my clothes at Target
10 threes in your face, didn't know I was guarded
I'm so fucking starving, I can taste my rib cage
I'm looking for a chick to be my dick slave
Jerk me off with your feet until my dick spray
Create a mixtape in six days
These niggas in their life long bitch phase
I robbed the venue just to make sure I get paid
Fuck you, I hope your family gets AIDs
I brought a gun to school in sixth grade
I found it in the sewer
Old rappers wish their style sounded newer
New rappers' style sound just like manure
Kyle Rapps' style sound just like The Future
Aww, you motherfuckers. Okay. Alright
I'm putting cases on all you bitches. Huh
You think you can do this shit... Jake
You think you can do this to me?
You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you
SHU program, nigga. 23-hour lockdown
I'm the man up in this piece
You'll never see the light of...
Who the fuck do you think you're fucking with?
Yeah, that's right, you better walk away
Go on and walk away...
'Cause I'm gonna' burn this motherfucker down
[Verse 1]
Her ass look like a peach, pussy pit
Rap Kurt Thomas, fuck your rookie clique
The light's on, fully lit
Python, turn your wife on, bully shit
Type A, blood-hungry
You might pay, love money
Colombian drug tummy
I'm hard as fuck, Doug Funny
Gin rummy
I'm one sick puppy
Snorting crushed prescription, bumping Kid Cudi
I've been gully
In God we trust, trust me
I fucked her hard, made her butt pee
For old men, there's no country
I'm so Zen
Sit still in a coke binge
I'm awkward like Coplin
Jerking off with no lotion
Punch me in the throat watch me choke in slow motion
Mermaid bitch gave me dome in the ocean
She's young, I'm hung like clothes with a clothes pin
I don't have a fuck if I don't get no spins
I don't have a fuck if I don't get no spins
I don't have a fuck if I don't get no spins
[Break: Alonzo Harris]
King Kong ain't got shit on me!
King Kong ain't got shit on me!
[Verse 2]
I'd rather be alone than with a fucking fake harlot
Looking for that leftover shit cum on the carpet
Suburban hardship
Kyle Rapp's on the market
I get my beats online, get my clothes at Target
10 threes in your face, didn't know I was guarded
I'm so fucking starving, I can taste my rib cage
I'm looking for a chick to be my dick slave
Jerk me off with your feet until my dick spray
Create a mixtape in six days
These niggas in their life long bitch phase
I robbed the venue just to make sure I get paid
Fuck you, I hope your family gets AIDs
I brought a gun to school in sixth grade
I found it in the sewer
Old rappers wish their style sounded newer
New rappers' style sound just like manure
Kyle Rapps' style sound just like The Future