Alpaca - Shad Da God

Yeah, God

Y’all know what the fuck goin' on man

Y’all know who the fuck the originator is man

The motivator, you understand me

If you playing with that knife, then young nigga you gon' get cut

Yeah I’m pouring up that drank, hoping a nigga don’t get stuck

Now I’m pullin' up on this bitch 'cause these hoes be tryna get fucked

(Bitch done get took down, you know what I’m sayin', phew, let’s go)

Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit

I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit

Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz

Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh

Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch

Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick

I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win

I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win, no

I can see they don’t want us to win

But I’m back in the money again

Bathtub eight rows again

And they bad, this ain’t nothin' but a ten

And I used to meet 'em on that block

I was trappin' in my Cartier lens

Now I dress up in suit boy stocks

And I need in on the next Benz

I be rockin' somethin' sixty-six bands, on my motherfuckin' hands

After this flip I’ma cross the land, I’m not playin' around with a bitch,

hold up

Morning time or the night time, even the afternoons ridin' with sticks, hold up

My partner talkin' real smooth to him, tell the truth he a lick

Set a rat trap for a snitch

Probably go Gucci Louis with the sticks

We gon' see who really ride with this shit

We still gotta go and slide 'bout some shit

I’m mafia, I’m so inside of this shit

A nigga done did some time for this shit

My niggas done lived and died 'bout this shit

I swear to God, been inside of this shit, I’m rockin'

Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit

I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit

Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz

Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh

Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch

Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick

I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win

I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win, no

I ran up that cake on a son of a bitch

I bought me a Wraith for that son of a bitch

I done bought a new drake with that son of a bitch (draco)

And I put me some tape on that son of a bitch

I done got me a scope on that son of a bitch

Sellin' nothin' but dope in this son of a bitch

Got VS on my rope and it’s son of a bitch

This gelato gon' choke a lil bitch

I want the head, I want both of them bitches

I want to put on a show for the bitches

I try for the money, I throw for them digits

I ain’t never tried flex on my bros for them bitches

Hit a three six and the blunt smokin' on bitches

Got all new money and loads of ambition

I be tryna chop it up with you, just listen

Yo, you can go get the lil money for the mission

Dawg it’s a real bankroll, just pay attention

Thought we was gon' go 'head, twist up the extension

Yo I be ridin' V12, big big engine

At the spot smokin' cookie, burnin' incense

Look, and I got a food stamp gang

I done went to do double up the Rolls Royce, no, not the Range

Me and your money, know that shit not the same

Sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this shit

I stayed down all these years, now these niggas tryna mock this shit

Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz

Oh, trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' the Benz, oh

Trappin' and rappin' and sippin' and pushin' that motherfuckin' Benz bitch

Percocet, molly, gas, and I wanna fuck you and your friend right quick

I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win

I can see niggas they really don’t want us to win, no