[Intro]
On God
Varg2 Trademark
[Verse]
Ayy, who the fuck in my house?
Paranoid, still got my Glock in my hand
I'm hearin' shit and I'm seein' shit
Ain't say his name, one more shout and I'm in
They like, "Pap gotta get out that house"
I done grew accustomed to this house
Junkies run in and run out
Or keep comin' in when I run out
Nigga run in, he won't make it out
I got evil thoughts in my head
I wanna kidnap one of my opps
Tie him up in an abandoned basement
Grab a crowbar and beat his face in
Take pliers and break every finger
Knock his teeth out with a sledgehammer
Cut his feet off with a chainsaw
Then drop him back off to his mama
Gang won't let me do it, they think I'm wildin'
I got high watchin' Hannibal Lecter
I'll do my opps like Hannibal Lecter
My bitch said she scared of Hannibal Lecter
Long live Hannibal Lecter
I got more money than Victor Victor
Give up your shit, bitch, it's a stick up
Shot two niggas with this gun, it's over
I move like Marlo, they move like Bodie
[?] caught a body over petty money
I'm from the Lower East, I'm really touchin' money
Snatch your chain, we ain't even touch your money
Pistol whip your face like, "What the fuck is funny?"
I can't wait 'til I get done with this shit
Laid up with my ex, now I won't fuck my bitch
She got a fake side nigga, she tryna keep it a secret
She came to me after he bought her Victoria's Secret
She ain't link that nigga for the whole weekend
He gon' be like, "Damn, this nigga came back and got his bitch"
In his room heartbroken, cryin' like, "Ain't that 'bout a bitch?"
Bitch never wanted you, bruh, she was just hurt 'bout Pap
Even when she was with you, she was hopin' I'd come back
I did, I got her now, nigga, that's that
On God
Varg2 Trademark
[Verse]
Ayy, who the fuck in my house?
Paranoid, still got my Glock in my hand
I'm hearin' shit and I'm seein' shit
Ain't say his name, one more shout and I'm in
They like, "Pap gotta get out that house"
I done grew accustomed to this house
Junkies run in and run out
Or keep comin' in when I run out
Nigga run in, he won't make it out
I got evil thoughts in my head
I wanna kidnap one of my opps
Tie him up in an abandoned basement
Grab a crowbar and beat his face in
Take pliers and break every finger
Knock his teeth out with a sledgehammer
Cut his feet off with a chainsaw
Then drop him back off to his mama
Gang won't let me do it, they think I'm wildin'
I got high watchin' Hannibal Lecter
I'll do my opps like Hannibal Lecter
My bitch said she scared of Hannibal Lecter
Long live Hannibal Lecter
I got more money than Victor Victor
Give up your shit, bitch, it's a stick up
Shot two niggas with this gun, it's over
I move like Marlo, they move like Bodie
[?] caught a body over petty money
I'm from the Lower East, I'm really touchin' money
Snatch your chain, we ain't even touch your money
Pistol whip your face like, "What the fuck is funny?"
I can't wait 'til I get done with this shit
Laid up with my ex, now I won't fuck my bitch
She got a fake side nigga, she tryna keep it a secret
She came to me after he bought her Victoria's Secret
She ain't link that nigga for the whole weekend
He gon' be like, "Damn, this nigga came back and got his bitch"
In his room heartbroken, cryin' like, "Ain't that 'bout a bitch?"
Bitch never wanted you, bruh, she was just hurt 'bout Pap
Even when she was with you, she was hopin' I'd come back
I did, I got her now, nigga, that's that
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