FOK YOR GAWD by Yung punk slav cash (rapper) Lyrics
Ayy
This ones kinda like
A release of sorts
Dont take too serious
Boy you end up on the floor
Two pistols chilling right next to the door yuh
I got 10 grams in my drawers
I send 10 shots at your lord
Slav with the extended mag
Bout to cause a heart attack
All these people run it back
Fuck your god my soul is black
I need the drugs of the youth
I can't go on with just boof
I need perkies and xanies rocks too
All of you pussies you claim you're the shit
Then step up and get to it
No one can touch me divine
I'm above all the people that claiming they do it
Flex on a nigga got two timbs
Now i have a Glock up to my face you like my new wings
Pull up to your school do a shooting oh
I love when they run like i'm the new king ayy
Dive up in that pussy like snorkeling
I got crystals on my fucking nose ring
Feeling like the gear cause my heart sting uh
Blade all like a pumpkin its in your guts
Fuck your god
Fuck your god
I don't need no religion
Imma pull up with that pistol you know we get to grippin'
Grip that pistol like a bitch now i'm feeling official
Now you niggas ain't official claiming you're the fucking shit
Gopnik slit your wrists
Can't slit my wrists cause i got ice up on that bitch
Leave a fuckboi on the set dripping wet
Smoke a cigarette every time i drop a cet
That bitch want smoke i tell her hit the road
My boof got retards croaking like they toads
I took a toke now my mind just like woke
You gone get smoked on the road like a stoke
Tell that bitch go hit the road
My wrist is bloody it look like it broke
I got that blood when i'm in the sesh mode
I got that blood when i'm in the sesh mode
This ones kinda like
A release of sorts
Dont take too serious
Boy you end up on the floor
Two pistols chilling right next to the door yuh
I got 10 grams in my drawers
I send 10 shots at your lord
Slav with the extended mag
Bout to cause a heart attack
All these people run it back
Fuck your god my soul is black
I need the drugs of the youth
I can't go on with just boof
I need perkies and xanies rocks too
All of you pussies you claim you're the shit
Then step up and get to it
No one can touch me divine
I'm above all the people that claiming they do it
Flex on a nigga got two timbs
Now i have a Glock up to my face you like my new wings
Pull up to your school do a shooting oh
I love when they run like i'm the new king ayy
Dive up in that pussy like snorkeling
I got crystals on my fucking nose ring
Feeling like the gear cause my heart sting uh
Blade all like a pumpkin its in your guts
Fuck your god
Fuck your god
I don't need no religion
Imma pull up with that pistol you know we get to grippin'
Grip that pistol like a bitch now i'm feeling official
Now you niggas ain't official claiming you're the fucking shit
Gopnik slit your wrists
Can't slit my wrists cause i got ice up on that bitch
Leave a fuckboi on the set dripping wet
Smoke a cigarette every time i drop a cet
That bitch want smoke i tell her hit the road
My boof got retards croaking like they toads
I took a toke now my mind just like woke
You gone get smoked on the road like a stoke
Tell that bitch go hit the road
My wrist is bloody it look like it broke
I got that blood when i'm in the sesh mode
I got that blood when i'm in the sesh mode