[Verse 1: S God]
Rose gold stones on my bitch now
If she ain't gon suck dick she get kicked out
Boy talkin' like he 'bout it but he seen us in the street
And he seen us packin' heat so he dipped out
I'm an asshole, I'm a cunt
No‚ I'm a rockstar‚ bitch I do what I want
But let me keep my cool
Like I'm Oshay Jackson
Stone cold‚ always ready for some homemade action
With a sawed-off shotty, 12 gauges of passion
You get fucked by these bullets, pillow talk in a casket
Half Evil logo on the chest of the jacket
You could say I'm gassed up like I blew out a gasket
Got my dick in the same hole you was born out
Bitch I'm 'bout it 'bout it‚ got my fuckin' sword out
What happens to you then is outta my control now
I might take your ice off then rip your fuckin' soul out
You could never even dream of havin' shows sold out
You could never even dream of havin' shows sold out
Post Malone with the guap 'cause I got more now, wow

[Verse 2: S God]
Fuck me up
Fuck me up
Told that bitch to fuck me up
Know this drink gon fuck me up
Fuck you up
Fuck you up
Told my shooter fuck you up
Bet this Drako tummy tuck
Switch it
Smoke to all you motherfuckers claimin' you the goat
Ain't nobody fuckin' with a single word you wrote
On the 'Gram posted, lookin' like you boutta have a stroke
I done seen enough bitch‚ now I'm comin' for your throat
Kill
Never get the bills
I'm flexin' hard for real
Grippin' on the trigger, someone might get spilled
God really not one for all the bullshit
I just solve my problems with a fuckin' full clip