Dear god it's me Hazard
I just made a nigga look funny he a knee slapper
AR 15 bullets hit him in his knee cappers
I just want to f*ck smoke pressure and be a rapper
You a dumb f*ck you should know I keep my gun tucked
Glock got a f*cking switch
Life got a f*cking glitch
Pulled up with four arms on me like I'm f*cking stitch
Pull up like Shia LaBeouf and put you in a ditch
I just got a bitch
I just pulled up with a f*cking bitch
Want the pipe now I told her you got to f*cking pitch
Told her pipe down I'm gone' hit you in a f*cking bit
AR 15 shells scratch like you got an itch
I just want to get rich
Redo my whole career like my nigga Lich
Kill the whole beat go off on a tangent
I'm a give it all give a f*ck what the fans get
F*ck what the fans get
Breaking down walls money tall
My bitch titties small
Rocking Mrdr jeans Telfeez
And some Vetements
I don't fit in at all just like some boobies in a tube top
Bitch you could lose it all don't get involved
Could get your life lost
I dont f*ck with tweakers or non believers
Shit pisses me off
Me and your bitch always back and forth just like a seesaw
She always catching rides to ride me bitch yeehaw
You could get lined like cocaine out a eight ball
If I'm running up you get bruises and stitches
Dumb bitches like you end up flat in some ditches
Mind missing disrespect boy so unforgiving
Break bread with my brothers
And the bones of the opposition
Mikey Rot and DB OP
Make the opps bleed
Pulled up to Mickey D's smoking weed
Served a whole P
I hate the way you think inside the box like some Rice Krispies
Pulled up on the opps jump out no scope 360
Enough of this shit I'm Swinging fist
Get dumped quick
Nine times out of ten I'm a win
Bitch I run shit
Mikey got a plan to kill em off
We can run it
Rhythm in my fist when I hit strike like the drum kit
I'm so sick
Don't let me loose I'm a rip shit
Coming for the neck you getting wrecked that's a quick sitch
Problems
What you mean I got a quick fix
Jump off the bridge don't need to live it'll end quick
Switch up
I'm contemplating suicide
Live up
Every day that I'm alive
F*cked up
Different feelings every night
Step up
If you ready for a fight
I'm gone' move on
To a new place
New town
New bad bitch
New name it's going down
Don't know where I'm going I'm gone' find my way around
Over this shit
Give up
I'm moving out
DEAR GOD (feat. Mikey Rotten) Video (MV)
Performed By: Disrespect Boyz
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Bo Wikstrom, Hezekiah Farrell II, Mikey Rotten
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English
Dear god it's me Hazard
I just made a nigga look funny he a knee slapper
AR 15 bullets hit him in his knee cappers
I just want to f*ck smoke pressure and be a rapper
You a dumb f*ck you should know I keep my gun tucked
Glock got a f*cking switch
Life got a f*cking glitch
Pulled up with four arms on me like I'm f*cking stitch
Pull up like Shia LaBeouf and put you in a ditch
I just got a bitch
I just pulled up with a f*cking bitch
Want the pipe now I told her you got to f*cking pitch
Told her pipe down I'm gone' hit you in a f*cking bit
AR 15 shells scratch like you got an itch
I just want to get rich
Redo my whole career like my nigga Lich
Kill the whole beat go off on a tangent
I'm a give it all give a f*ck what the fans get
F*ck what the fans get
Breaking down walls money tall
My bitch titties small
Rocking Mrdr jeans Telfeez
And some Vetements
I don't fit in at all just like some boobies in a tube top
Bitch you could lose it all don't get involved
Could get your life lost
I dont f*ck with tweakers or non believers
Shit pisses me off
Me and your bitch always back and forth just like a seesaw
She always catching rides to ride me bitch yeehaw
You could get lined like cocaine out a eight ball
If I'm running up you get bruises and stitches
Dumb bitches like you end up flat in some ditches
Mind missing disrespect boy so unforgiving
Break bread with my brothers
And the bones of the opposition
Mikey Rot and DB OP
Make the opps bleed
Pulled up to Mickey D's smoking weed
Served a whole P
I hate the way you think inside the box like some Rice Krispies
Pulled up on the opps jump out no scope 360
Enough of this shit I'm Swinging fist
Get dumped quick
Nine times out of ten I'm a win
Bitch I run shit
Mikey got a plan to kill em off
We can run it
Rhythm in my fist when I hit strike like the drum kit
I'm so sick
Don't let me loose I'm a rip shit
Coming for the neck you getting wrecked that's a quick sitch
Problems
What you mean I got a quick fix
Jump off the bridge don't need to live it'll end quick
Switch up
I'm contemplating suicide
Live up
Every day that I'm alive
F*cked up
Different feelings every night
Step up
If you ready for a fight
I'm gone' move on
To a new place
New town
New bad bitch
New name it's going down
Don't know where I'm going I'm gone' find my way around
Over this shit
Give up
I'm moving out
I just made a nigga look funny he a knee slapper
AR 15 bullets hit him in his knee cappers
I just want to f*ck smoke pressure and be a rapper
You a dumb f*ck you should know I keep my gun tucked
Glock got a f*cking switch
Life got a f*cking glitch
Pulled up with four arms on me like I'm f*cking stitch
Pull up like Shia LaBeouf and put you in a ditch
I just got a bitch
I just pulled up with a f*cking bitch
Want the pipe now I told her you got to f*cking pitch
Told her pipe down I'm gone' hit you in a f*cking bit
AR 15 shells scratch like you got an itch
I just want to get rich
Redo my whole career like my nigga Lich
Kill the whole beat go off on a tangent
I'm a give it all give a f*ck what the fans get
F*ck what the fans get
Breaking down walls money tall
My bitch titties small
Rocking Mrdr jeans Telfeez
And some Vetements
I don't fit in at all just like some boobies in a tube top
Bitch you could lose it all don't get involved
Could get your life lost
I dont f*ck with tweakers or non believers
Shit pisses me off
Me and your bitch always back and forth just like a seesaw
She always catching rides to ride me bitch yeehaw
You could get lined like cocaine out a eight ball
If I'm running up you get bruises and stitches
Dumb bitches like you end up flat in some ditches
Mind missing disrespect boy so unforgiving
Break bread with my brothers
And the bones of the opposition
Mikey Rot and DB OP
Make the opps bleed
Pulled up to Mickey D's smoking weed
Served a whole P
I hate the way you think inside the box like some Rice Krispies
Pulled up on the opps jump out no scope 360
Enough of this shit I'm Swinging fist
Get dumped quick
Nine times out of ten I'm a win
Bitch I run shit
Mikey got a plan to kill em off
We can run it
Rhythm in my fist when I hit strike like the drum kit
I'm so sick
Don't let me loose I'm a rip shit
Coming for the neck you getting wrecked that's a quick sitch
Problems
What you mean I got a quick fix
Jump off the bridge don't need to live it'll end quick
Switch up
I'm contemplating suicide
Live up
Every day that I'm alive
F*cked up
Different feelings every night
Step up
If you ready for a fight
I'm gone' move on
To a new place
New town
New bad bitch
New name it's going down
Don't know where I'm going I'm gone' find my way around
Over this shit
Give up
I'm moving out
Writer: Bo Wikstrom, Hezekiah Farrell II, Mikey Rotten
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid