ZOTiYAC, Cyn187 - God Complex lyrics

These niggas can't fuck with me god shit!
These niggas can't fuck with me
These niggas can't fuck with me
These niggas can't fuck with me

Bitch don't hit my line
I ain't reply but it's about that time
Must be out your mind
You blew my phone up like a thousand times
On my grind, don't make lose my spot
I'm steady counting mine
Told that lil' bitch "take a hike"
She don't how to mountain climb
I went a bought a new tit's for the broad
I bought the bitch a new bra for her tit's
Went and bought Heist a new
Blade for his wrists
Lil' mama bought me a new clip for the licks
She tryna find where my dick is, ayy
I told that bitch keep your distance, ayy
You don't wanna piss off the misses, ayy
'Cause if my bae shoot she ain't missin'
Ayy they use to make fun of
Back when I was younger
But now they just want my attention, ayy
I do what I wanna, but I keep my gun up
'Cause if niggas run up I'm with my K
I can't pop the trunk, it might not even fit
Somebody tell mama I'm sorry for this
But I can't forget that
These bitches ain't shit
So I dig up the dish where the bodies dipped
They niggas pussy like Powerpuff
I round 'em up the corpses I pile 'em up
Bitch I'm Fredo when I'm fucking
Popping out the cut and
I'm a nut head too when I'm about bust
Lil' boy I got your bitch on ice
You pull up, hope you got that pipe
Is losing a thot, worth losing your life, and
She left your ass
Nah that really ain't right

Everybody says who does he think he is
I just told you who I thought I was, a god
I made that decision based off of my eye
I'm not your boy i am a god
There are two words: A God
And that is exactly who I am
There's no one around here in this
Space that looks like me and
I'm just saying were don't know
What the fuck is real
Everybody is being served and that's the
So at the moment, I am a god
I gotta fuck shit up and
I'ma try and make it three-dimensional and
Fuck you and your corporation
Y'all niggas can't
Control me on your first angle

Fuck all that peace, I come with the piece
Trip, you gon see, your bitch on her knees
Gun is so big that you flip when I squeeze
Yo mama say please, "Please don't do it"
Watch what happens when a nigga act stupid
Claim that you boolin'
This come with the Rugers and
The guns is so long
Can't measure up with rulers
Watch when we school ya, aim for medullas
Turn into stone and my gun is Medusa
Bullets gon' reduce it, fuck is you on?
Who want smoke with tha god
When the smoke clears
Can't run, can't hide
Lemme know where you are
Keep the 9 in the car so
I take it through far
Hop out, get his chain
Hop back in the car and
Say my name three times and
I'm there where you are
Bitch, I'm a god, I said it before
Say it again, won't tell you no more
Knuckles are bloody, my wrist is all sore
Another John Doe washed up on the shore
Walk with a four, yeah is on my hip
No trust foe, but we catch you if you trip
Nigga if you trip, them my clique

I'm a mothafuckin' god, mothafuckin' god
Mothafuckin' god, mothafuckin' god
Mothafuckin' god, mothafuckin' god
Mothafuckin' god (god)