
God Complex GULLYSPIT (Ft. Istasha)
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[Refrain: Gullyspit]
Came in with a bang, lil' bitch get fucked
You don't wanna swang on the kid, good luck
.40 to my brain hollow tip and I'm trippin', come get a witness
'Cause this .40 right here I trust
Came in with a bang, lil' bitch get fucked
You don't wanna swang on the kid, good luck
.40 to my brain hollow tip and I'm trippin', come get a witness
'Cause this .40 right here I trust
[Verse 1: Gullyspit]
Young dirty cutter, yeah, my skin look like a battleground
Starin' at the lock pick a time
To come up in the house
Shawty wanna fuck but affection put you in the ground
Couple plastic bags and a tank, we won't make a sound
I won't say a fuckin' word
You ain't listen anyway
Put you in the dirt, or just leave you in the alleyway?
Bro, he mixin' chemicals
Now they goin' in my veins
Bitch, I'm a gorilla black block, I'm a renegade
[Chorus: Gullyspit]
Killa got a God, Killa got a God complex
Got a God, Killa got a God complex
Got a God, Killa got a God complex
Got a God
Killa got a God
Killa got a God complex, got a God
Killa got a God complex, got a God
Killa got a God complex, got a God
Killa got a
Came in with a bang, lil' bitch get fucked
You don't wanna swang on the kid, good luck
.40 to my brain hollow tip and I'm trippin', come get a witness
'Cause this .40 right here I trust
Came in with a bang, lil' bitch get fucked
You don't wanna swang on the kid, good luck
.40 to my brain hollow tip and I'm trippin', come get a witness
'Cause this .40 right here I trust
[Verse 1: Gullyspit]
Young dirty cutter, yeah, my skin look like a battleground
Starin' at the lock pick a time
To come up in the house
Shawty wanna fuck but affection put you in the ground
Couple plastic bags and a tank, we won't make a sound
I won't say a fuckin' word
You ain't listen anyway
Put you in the dirt, or just leave you in the alleyway?
Bro, he mixin' chemicals
Now they goin' in my veins
Bitch, I'm a gorilla black block, I'm a renegade
[Chorus: Gullyspit]
Killa got a God, Killa got a God complex
Got a God, Killa got a God complex
Got a God, Killa got a God complex
Got a God
Killa got a God
Killa got a God complex, got a God
Killa got a God complex, got a God
Killa got a God complex, got a God
Killa got a
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