Lord Songtext / Lyric

I ain't never had shit

Now I'm 'bout to piss

Wouldn't throw it at her

Sherm got me high get your ass in the shower

Took one pull, shit told her it wasn't sour

Hit a double drum chant getting louder (chant getting louder)

Mulan bitch wanna fuck for an hour

Start sucking dick bitch enough of the powder

Come fuck with this bougie nigga

Come fuck with this bougie nigga

High fashion Ksubi nigga

You bbbruck with them booty niggas

Cause you fuck with them booty niggas

Now Fergie all up in your groupie nigga

Reincarnation of Master Ferradi

Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart

Dissing up blow the size of my lord

Knowledge was born reside young lord

Trippin' yourself is no valish young lord

Study your scriptures and follow your God

Life in the trap I know times will get hard

I'll pick up your life just Abide by the lord

Or ride by the lord



Abide by the lord

Abide by the lord

Abide by the lord



You bout to get it from a general,

I dont know if they can hear me though

Don't you niggas ever bother trying to see me im a criminal

Oh lord once he's in the sight of the scope

I'mma let em' have it (?) damn he wants to make me set it off

Ima bury you muthafuckas without a coffin

Never taking no shorts im never taking no losses

When your dealing with my crew, A$AP Bone yeah we bosses

Anybody with a bone to pick

Im gonna level my charge im damn sure to make it stick

You must be looking to suffer well ima make it quick

Gotta train, roll the ish that'll make ya sick

Im here to wipe em out quicker than a pandemic

Bone came original now they get me can you dig it

Hell yeah they can dig it while im sitting on my throne

Steady laughing at you niggas trying to get it, get it, get it



Man im running till the end of this

And i dont give a fuck if I was 86'd

A muthafucka play me like im canni

Im ready for the battle like a Pagan is

Im never gonna take it in and nobody can break it in

As-salamu alaykum with the bacon

And a little bit of coke i put the (?) in the certified dough

Having anything to do with it we selling it

We (?) smoke and take a toke and ima rake it in

Pillsbury the dough, (?) like im seeking through the soul,

Like im peeping through the soul

But im reaping like the reaper (?) straight to the dro

Creapin' on em, peeping on em leave em in the zone

They don't even really know

Looking on em, (?)

For the love of the money you gotta (?) reaping what i sow (?)

For the ending of the row gotta go will i go

When i get it ima know (?)

My caliber lock and load alabaster box when i cock and i crow

Gotta Glock and a bone thug where you wanna flow

To the clock and the time zone

Spirit gon flow all yall niggas dead to the light force cyclops?

Right now when they hydro while im at the wheel no cyro



Got em stuck in the grave

Im on the grind full time never rest to get paid

A little hustlin' muthafucka put the brush to the face

Cut the braids, hit the stage now they looking amazed

I went from cookin the yay to hundred thousand dollar shows

Gotta book in a day and ima split it with my bros

Gotta get it how we go come melee with the pros

Now im never gon fold watch the bank account grow

If it ain't about dough then it ain't about jack

And ima take it like i want it i ain't giving it back

I get this I (?) to stack and then i get on attack

Im like the tasmanian devil nigga bigger than shaq

Call the reaper get the shovel im a certified rebel in a league of my own

And that's a whole nother level, nothing is free

I never settle keep the pedal to the metal

When them haters in my rearview hello hello



Burn, baby let it burn,

Now it's my turn,

Knock a nigga into sense like a hundred thousand viles of sherm,

Then I kill em with 2 thousand words in 2 minutes,

You never heard another nigga spit it like my niggas,

You heard em try to get with it but couldn't

The quicker than the realest,

Man they think they can get with this,

And I'm a out-rap them, but I'm never gonna be the fuckin' victim,

Cause I'd rather be the suspect,

Haven't I given enough yet,

Can't they understand they ain't dealing with a punk bitch,

One quick BOOM and it's murda,

And I'm a serve a nigga exactly what he deserving,

A$AP, but wait a minute,

I'm probably one sickest nigga that ever did it,

I'm in it cause I'm a win it,

I'm a muthufuckin' lyrical tyrant,

Pivotal giant of this shit,

And I do way more, just twist the words,

You better listen and observe, how I rip the verb,

Niggas get the nerve to run up on me, but my shits superb,

I'll probably hit a nigga once before he hit the curb,

So get at me, I'm kinda trigger happy,

When it come to shootin' my gift,

I'm like a 44 magnum, Stag one

Backin' em up, body bag full of niggas,

Wack raps, that's wack, so I'm stackin' em up,

Kray Jack in the cut, still got a little bit of murda for em,

Murderous poet, I create a bloody murda poem,

So when they run up on me nigga be ready to show em

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