OMB Peezy - Godly lyrics

(Abdul got them keys)
(JC onna beat, yeah, he a banger) look

Standing at the top of the
Building I'm feeling godly
From the bottom ain't gotta show you no
Proof we had it the hardest
In the future I know life gon be good
But we totin drakes
It ain't no more room up in
My clique I'm outta space yuh yuh yuh, yuh
Say don't pull up on his block for nothin
We serving rock and choppa clutchin
I'm popping something, I ain't got
This Glock for nothing, yeah yeah
Go back to robbing if I'm outta money
Yeah yeah was stuck in the rain, they
Thought it'd never be sunny, yeah yeah

Was stuck in the rain, gotta get it
Switching them lanes, windows tinted
Niggas lyin on my name, I ain't trippin
I pull up with thе flame
And clear the businеss

I pull up with that gang, taking bitches
Feeling good, I give a nigga hoe back
He talking bout smoke, he don't want that
Bitch, lil Peezy wanna whole pack

Ain't talking Newport's, of course
Niggas wanna hate on me
Not the old one this a new Porsche
You can't afford to play with Peezy
And bitch stop
Grinding my dick with yo fucking teeth
I'm feeling like a god
Whip out that rod and she suck me to sleep

Standing at the top of the
Building I'm feeling godly
From the bottom ain't gotta show you no
Proof we had it the hardest
In the future I know life gon be good
But we totin drakes
It ain't no more room up in
My clique I'm outta space yuh yuh yuh, yuh
Say don't pull up on his block for nothin
We serving rock and choppa clutchin
I'm popping something, I ain't got
This Glock for nothing, yeah yeah
Go back to robbing if I'm outta money
Yeah yeah was stuck in the rain, they
Thought it'd never be sunny, yeah yeah

Was stuck in the rain
They thought it'd never be sunny
I ain't got no money
That shit that'll never be funny
Hit it from the back
Gotta ask her why she running
Slap that ass so fat
Better tell me when you cumming

Stuck in the mind of a hustler
You ain't got no weight
Better get yo muscle up
Big 45 I ain't gon knuckle up
Drop that bag and watch it double up, yeah

Standing at the top of the
Building I'm feeling godly
From the bottom ain't gotta show you no
Proof we had it the hardest
In the future I know life gon be good
But we totin drakes
It ain't no more room up in
My clique I'm outta space yuh yuh yuh, yuh

Say don't pull up on his block for nothin
We serving rock and choppa clutchin
I'm popping something, I ain't got
This Glock for nothing, yeah yeah
Go back to robbing if I'm outta money
Yeah yeah was stuck in the rain, they
Thought it'd never be sunny, yeah yeah