Q The Sun - SSGS lyrics

[Intro] [Verse: Lorde Fredd33] Watch your [mouth boy]. this ain't Harry Potter Couple of 'em gotta hairy twotter, not the 70's Eye feel like Ryan Leslie, the recipe eye double check Three f** in the Republic, that's a double Czech Should get paid to get hated, on another check Baphomet in my alphabet; an alpha Fresh out that shower, that powder Cowards they scower the earth for an ounce of the power Lorde of my land so your plans get devoured These heffers so bitter your milk's prolly sour Remember the days when life was so simple? These pigeons mental; these b**hes, these b**hes? Sad that they cryin' wolf, point at coyote Damn near unholy, Lorde, oh Lorde! Eye point one back, you get clapped me so sorry Leave em all holy, Lorde, oh Lorde! A smorgasbord of force for sure Your hate is heavy, my love weighs more I'll just ignore until y'all get bored And eye don;t know what's worst How bad does it hurt my lady? My dear, hell yea [Chorus: Lorde Fredd33] Squad sh**, God sh**? Squad sh**, God sh** No time for the gossip n***as out here tryna profit, stop it n***a, do we have a problem? Yea eye thought so, prolly not b**h Squad sh** Squad sh** You know, God sh** God sh**