MET GOD Video (MV)

Bitch ass nigga
Y'all already know what I got goin' on in this muh'f*cker
This blunt lasts nine nights
Yeah, okay (wndr)
Bitch, I'm the booth smokin' this and that
I'm like, "what?" Okay (He-he-he-he-he-he-he!)
Okay, okay
Bitch, I'm in the booth smokin' this and that, nah, I can't relax
Toolies for them niggas askin' where it's at (Bah-bah-bah)
Bitch, back it up, you back me up? I bend it over, break that back
Stack it up, don't break it down, nigga, you know I never lack (Nah-nah)
And I want the 'Wood, I'ma puff it, what's up?
I don't rap beef, slide on me, it's up
F*ckin' with shorty, I'm beatin' up guts
Bitch, I'm a freak, I'm not done when I nut
She ain't a ho, but you f*ckin' on sluts
Hol' on, you trippin', like what in the f*ck?
Hol' up, I'm trippin' off of the gas
Countin' the bands, puffin' on what? Then I'm stuck (Phew)
Uh, puffin' on what? Then I'm stuck
Uh, runnin' on me, then it's up
Bring it back and I'ma f*ck from the front (Yeah)
To the front, now I'ma f*ck from the back (Yeah)
Bitches trippin', I'ma make 'em see black (Yeah)
F*ck it, it's slime 'em out, line 'em up, shoot 'em out
Come on, little nigga, show me what you about
Like, hol' up, he ain't 'bout shit (Shit)
Hol' up, and she gotta fit
Nah, I do not want you one bit
Uh, please do not ask for a pic
Hol' up, best believe I'm finna dip
Niggas always talkin' 'bout "that guy" (Yeah)
You talkin' 'bout faded, I been high (What?)
Dressin' 'em up like the Met Gala (Okay)
Walked through West A and I met God (Damn)
Huh, he said, "keep doin' yo thing" (Yeah)
Uh, thirty round clip, it gon' hang (Yeah)
Yeah, I remember usin' loose change (Yeah)
And you switched up, you changed (Yeah)
Nina, I'm makin' it sing (Yeah)
Huh, hittin' 'em shots, I got aim (Yeah)
Huh, run up on you if you playin' (Yeah)
Huh, hol' up, I'm goin' insane (Yeah)
Huh, f*ck it, I'm trustin' myself, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what they can't
Huh, f*ck what they want, I'ma run it up, do what I do, now I'm breakin' the bank
Huh, gettin' my motion, they finna stay hatin', little nigga, we not the same
Huh, I want the dollars, the pounds, the pesos, give a f*ck about the fame
Yeah, makin' mistakes? That's a part of me (Damn)
Hol' up, I'm wil'in', just pardon me
Uh, you want beef? Don't be startin', B
Yeah, pissin' 'em off and that's how I be
Bitch, you pull up? I pull up on you (Yeah)
Chrome to the dome, that's a toolie on you (Bah-bah)
Bustin' a cap on a foolie, on me (Shit)
Standin' on bidness, I put it on bro (Okay)
Said he don't bang, but he throw up a four (F*ck)
Bitch, I don't bang, but I love me a pole (Bang)
Bro, you a lick, all way to the store
I just did a 'Wood but I want me so more (Yeah)
Shorty ridin' on me, now she gettin' low (Yeah)
I dropped the addy, but he didn't show (Yeah)
Okay, tomorrow we get him at his neck (Yeah)
I tell him, "have you ever met TEC?" (Have you met him?)
If you haven't, that's a bet (Yeah)
In this life, you get what you get (Fasho)
Uh, these niggas got me upset (Uh)
But I got these bitches upset (Okay)
Like, what you gon' do when you get hit?
I mean, like, hit right in yo' shit
You uppin' the stick? You uppin' the blick?
Nah, you stayin' inside like a bitch
He-he-he-he-he-he-he!