GODZILLA
• Written by WEALTHMASTA
I’m stayin’ intense, 50k chain that I’m getting ready to trade for a Benz
You claiming you rich and that yo pay’s ballooning up like a Macy’s event
But you don’t make any sense, because I’m out here making bank shots, ya bitch
While you play off the bench, cause you dropping dimes but I always aim at the net
Got motherfuckers sayin’ the N word while looking like Logan Paul
And to everyone throwin’ shots, y’all got a better chance of boning Romanoff
Than beating me, cause you’ll get squashed and thrown in an open pot
Bitch you boutta be creamed, cause when it comes to beef, you ain’t stroganoff
Got a Glock cause I settle problems with weapons, those pests ain’t forget-
-Tin’ the lessons I give, I’m so deadly I bet I’m still getting mentioned by feds
These haters just jealous cause they upset and they restin’ with dread
But I ain’t sour, though, all these bitches feeling crummy while I’m gettin’ the bread
Cause I have a lack of patience and I ain’t toleratin’ your brat behavior
Smash yo lady, I’ll launch my dick inside yo bae like a NASA spaceship
She gimme a lap dance, then her pants go off, bitch I be catchin’ dames’ fish
But you a masturbator, cause hookers are the only way that yo ass gets laid, bitch
I pull out my dong, she sucks, baring her donk, I rub it as she arches it up
Damn girl, you got more meat than Arby’s does, now she’s charged with lust
She bends over and I start to pump, “fuck me harder, yuh” oops I think I caught her guts
Scramblin’ her intestines like eggs, and when I see her crack, I get hard as fuck
Cause I’m always aiming to smash, and they getting mad when I brag bout how I’m flayin’ these brats
Even though I basically am, bitch you’d think I was fuckin’ made in a lab
Like Klay cause I’m makin’ a splash, better get some toilet paper, it’s facts
Cause you a pain in the ass, and if you rub me the wrong way then I’ll break you in half
So why compete, cause y’all know I’ll strike you fiends without remorse, like Michael B
Jordan, cause you hang around your mindless team, because when it comes to this site, you’re weak
Ain’t nobody cornier, and I don’t think that I agree when you claim you supplyin’ heat
But you call yourself a giant, meaning we can’t see eye to eye on things
Bitch you ain’t making greenbacks, tired of these virgins lying when I only speak facts
I’m makin’ motherfuckers flee man, caught a opp, had some heat packed
Shot him up, made him bleed, yeah, like Egypt, cause I left him airless like a Sphynx cat
And then popped him like a chiropractor, all that was about a week back
And I’m still the shit, yo girl pulls up with a revealing fit and then lets me drill her clit
Then kneels and spits, feels my dick then I fill her lips up with the semen I spill in ‘em
I’m like Godzilla, bitch, I’m even colder than the fridge I’ll conceal you in
And it’s a jarring experience when you’re stuck in a pickle and I leave you to deal with it
Shoulda accepted defeat, try steppin’ to me and I’ll wreck and I’ll beat ya
Lyrically till you start bleedin,’ you need medical treatment? Too bad, man, like Michael Keaton
These haters jealous that I’m succeedin’ when it comes to this beef shit
When I get wins, they seethin,’ cause they ain’t able to, so they feel weakened
And you’re responsible, so blame yourself when I knock you out and your jaw pops
Cause you caused your own problems, and I know that pains you, so call me Bob Ross
Catch you off guard when I walk up and you hear your door’s lock pop
With no knock knock, cause I’m doper, man, boutta smoke yo ass, just watch, dawg
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WEALTHMASTA
Member since May 2 2024