B*t*h, I shoot like Steph Curry
On my back, I got that .30
Gaudy Pack Shawty, I know all these b*t*hes want me
B*t*h, I shoot like Steph Curry
On my back, I got that .30
Gaudy Pack Shawty, I know all these b*t*hes want me
I’m bendin’ corners and I’m swerving
You know my wrist stay working
Got them golds in my mouth, you can tell by the sound
You know $crimmy never worried, and that’s until I’m buried
We gone call up on drank, I swear it’s all I can think
Smoking green, drinkin’ pink, yeah
You know Ruby got them cherries
You know I talk real slurry
B*t*h look like the Virgin Mary, but her hair real curly
B*t*h, I shoot ’em like I’m Jordan
I got that furl for the 40
Comin’ live from New Orleans, Oddy that shawty
I got a blunt for all these b*t*hes, give ’em all to Charles Slickens
I don’t f**k any of these b*t*hes ’cause its nothin’ but slim pickings
Y’all can feast on all the trimmings, yeah
B*t*h, I shoot like Steph Curry
On my back, I got that .30
Gaudy Pack Shawty, I know all these b*t*hes want me
B*t*h, I shoot like Steph Curry
On my back, I got that .30
Gaudy Pack Shawty, I know all these b*t*hes want me
You know that all my n***as serving
All my hoes are servants
Shoot like Steph Curry, Kyrie Irving gotcha .30s
You can keep your ho because she f**k me like a virgin
You know I never feel emotion
I’m only feeling what I’m smokin’
It’s $uicide the way we smokin’
When I die just bury me up in the ocean
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Yung God Lyrics – Gaudy Pack $hawty