[Lyric] Kool-Aid Cartier (S God)

[Verse 1: S God]
Your songs all remind me of my bitch lips
'Cause they both suck dick
Ain't gotta take a test 'cause they know I'm sick
Ain't gotta tag me in 'cause they know I'm it
Ops pull up, on the floor I spit
Stupid
That boy trippin', gotta tie his shoelace
I leave his shirt stained red, no Kool-Aid
My bitch sweet, got a god damn toothache
All my songs (swish) I'm a god at 2K
Buffet, what these beats are to me
Ain't a single one of you boys harming me
I got a couple dozen new toys armin' me
So Imma let my choppers sing in harmony
Yeah
My chain swang like some old bitch tits do
Keep talkin' shit and your mama gon miss you
Chopper got a dick and that bitch gon kiss you
I got cheese like I run a pizzeria
Diamonds drippin' on mе like a bite into sandia
Bitches lovе me heavy like a group out of Korea
In the club drunk as fuck and I'm callin' for Maria
Like I need smoke and then
I need drank and then
She give face and then
I give thanks and then
Trip to bank, 'cause bitch I got paper
Got me ballin' every day like a god damn Laker
I'll burn a stack of blue faces for the flex
Fly a bad bitch out only for the sex
I don't need no friends only need a tec
Ain't a soul gon test, I don't need a vest
Cut that bitch off with the scissors
DQ on my neck it's a blizzard
Crystal my neck like a wizard
That why these bitches stay bitter
[Hook: S God]
I put the past right behind me
Baby know you are no side piece
I keep that thing right beside me
There's ops all around, that stay plotting
Baby, I don't need a stylist
I need a coupe with no milage
I need them Cartier diamonds
This drink in my cup got me vibin'

[Verse 2: S God]
I ride with the beam on the stick
Your bitch wanna ride with the clique
You know that my chopper stay loaded
When Imma shoot I don't miss
And my life a fantasy
Your bitch a fan of me
Said she want come right to one of my shows
I got a Gucci bag right for my hoe
All of these bitches wanna suck out my soul yeah
I just be countin' my dough yeah
Soldier like I'm from Magnolia
I got all these hoes stay actin like they know me
Imma break the board, droppin' 60 like I'm Kobe
Please don't play no games, better pay me what you owe me
Smokin' on this dro got me higher than the nose bleed
Hoe please
[Hook: S God]
I put the past right behind me
Baby know you are no side piece
I keep that thing right beside me
There's ops all around, that stay plotting
Baby, I don't need a stylist
I need a coupe with no milage
I need them Cartier diamonds
This drink in my cup got me vibin'

[Verse 3: 3barshawty]
Hey
Throwing my money at women
That fuck up my vision then fuck on my face
(Huh)
She said it’s me or the molly
I made a decision I’m stuck in my ways
(Yuh)
She want to sit on my dick in the Rari
I’m classy, I fuck in the wraith
(Yuh)
I don’t even got a wraith
It belongs to a friend, but he said it’s okay
Too off your bitch like I’m riding the Lamb
Spotted a crib and it’s right on the sand
I got the pack and it’s high in demand
Nothing else get me as high as I am
Nothing quite hit like them hunnids
Soon as I saw this shit I had to run it
Soon as I saw the pigs I got to running
Soon as you heard this shit knock
You said come in
Stick, and I’m talking bout Glock
I ain’t drummin
Sit in the whip on the block
That you bum in
I got the drip I spent digits on Balmain
Cartier on me I’m frozen like sorbet
[Hook: S God]
I put the past right behind me
Baby know you are no side piece
I keep that thing right beside me
There's ops all around, that stay plotting
Baby, I don't need a stylist
I need a coupe with no milage
I need them Cartier diamonds
This drink in my cup got me vibin'

[Outro: S God]
I do not milly rock ooo
I do not milly rock ooo
I do not milly rock ooo
I do not milly rock ooo