Peace 2 Da Gods Skilla Baby

[Intro]
Paranoid to even take a—
No cap, though
Huh?

[Verse 1]
Handsome than a motherfucker, rich than a bitch
Scary niggas can't ride when these sticks in the whip
Ten thousand ain't shit but a gift to my bitch
I been seein' a lot of niggas doin' simp nigga shit
Brodie paranoid, he even take a shit with a blick
A hundred grams of fentanyl mixed in a brick
'Bow man, came a long way from flipping the nicks
I keep saving money, I think I'm addicted to this
Turned my hustle up when Juan took me for that ride
Real street nigga, make the money best when I'm outside
I ain't never did a scam in my life, swear to God
Call my AR bitcoin, load up, it's time to slide (Huh?)
If I don't gеt even, I feel odd
All my hoes trеat me like a god
I ain't fuckin' on no broke bitch, that ain't my vibe
The streets tellin' me it's my turn like a knob
You might catch us throwin' peace with the gods
Every time they see me, they see the mob
All my opps deceased, we alive
Treat a nigga like a Wing Ding, get him fried