God’s Favorite Lyrics by AZ Chike
Pssh, uh-oh
Nigga, huh, huh
Hopped up, asked doggy what that shit ’bout (Shit ’bout)
Chopper get you chewed up and spit out
Who ain’t fuckin’? Dumb bitch, you gettin’ kicked out (Kicked out)
You can slide out with that slick mouth
She fucked the whole city, get to you and wanna play wifey (Play wifey)
Yeah, very unlikely
Dead bitch, got the red tips for niggas talkin’ spicy
Bitch, act like you been around some niggas icy
Stop hidin’, I’m outside with the big dogs
Keep it real, I’m surprised you made it this far
Looky here, another nigga with his hand out
Hate me now, I remember you was fanned out
Raise your hand if you God’ favorite, put your hand down
Bitch, you don’t even pray
Spend 10K to the face, just another day
Niggas treatin’ five bands like a hundred K
Cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, bitch, I’m too up (I’m too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fucked
Hopped up, asked doggy what that shit be (That shit be)
Put the B on ’em like a Bentley
Cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, bitch, I’m too up (Too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fucked (Get your boo fucked)
Hopped up, asked doggy what that shit be (What that shit be)
Put the B on ’em like a Bentley
Broke fuck, cut some niggas off before I go up
Fuck all that Insta’ trollin’, nigga gotta show us
And don’t show up ‘less a nigga really know us
Or we gon’ make a nigga mama throw up
The cat’s out the bag, Chizzle mad now
Touched my first M, no, I can’t put that bag down
He in the field being a bitch, throw a flag down
I’ma make sure the devil get you dragged down
Goyard (Goyard), Louis this, Chanelly that
I’m that nigga up in Marnis, spent a Hellycat
Drown pin, I get it in, I went to hell and back
Oh, you love me? Uh, bitch, why you tell me that?
I don’t care (Don’t care), fill up the lean, acne on the jeans
I’m that nigga behind the scenes, really pulling strings (Pulling strings)
Yeah, dirt me a nigga, keep my hands clean
You ain’t gon’ need Red Bull for you to grow wings
I’m not your friend, not your homie, not your partner neither
No replacement here, bitch, I ain’t gotta see you
That’s a whole lot of money, I don’t want to be you
Your cheese ain’t long enough, I don’t want to reach you
Okay, cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, bitch, I’m too up (I’m too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fucked
Hopped up, asked doggy what that shit be (That shit be)
Put the B on ’em like a Bentley
Cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, bitch, I’m too up (Too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fucked (Get your boo fucked)
Hopped up, asked doggy what that shit be (What that shit be)
Put the B on ’em like a Bentley
Ayy, tell a bitch, please, I got big cheese
Flew out the country and I spent weeks (Spent weeks)
Got to lock in a freak before I get geeked
You a ho playing wife, yeah, I been peeped
Bitch, you a blue check, anybody can’t have you (Can’t have you)
Telling me your problems when I didn’t ask you
Nigga think he low-key ’til I unmask you (Unmask you)
Up blick, somethin’ swift, nigga, come drag you
Stop playing, niggas bums and I don’t bite tongue
Slippery slope with this pole, nigga, slide somethin’
In the trap, make it slap if you eye somethin’
Don’t be a menace, nigga, hurry up and buy somethin’
Okay, cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, bitch, I’m too up (I’m too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fucked
Hopped up, asked doggy what that shit be (That shit be)
Put the B on ’em like a Bentley
Cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, bitch, I’m too up (Too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fucked (Get your boo fucked)
Hopped up, asked doggy what that shit be (What that shit be)
Put the B on ’em like a Bentley
