Syndrome - Lord Have Mercy lyrics
[ Hook: S God ] S God, you know what the name is She comin' home with me cause it's f** who she came with Say you not a fan then you f**in' f*ggots brainless Ask your god for mercy 'fore I hit you with the K b**h What I'm 'bout? b**h I'm 'bout that gang sh** She comin' home with me cause it's f** who she came with Say I'm not a god then you f**in' f*ggots brainless Tryna come at me Imma hit you with the K b**h [ Verse 1: S God ] Better ask your god for mercy 'Cause comin' for my head will just leave you in a herse see Nothin' you could ever say will ever f**in' hurt me I'm ridin' with the double styro sippin' on that dity f**in' with the God and Imma seperate your head and shoulders It ain't nothin' to me I'm conditioned like a f**in' soldier Flushin' out the fakes and I'm drainin' all they life force All you pussies washed out what you even write for? I f** b**hes by the two I pop zannies by the ten And every b**h I ever f**ed said they wish it wouldn't end I cash out with the squad and we ridin' 'round in Bentlys Keep the draco by my side just in case they try to end me p**y boys gon' keep on talkin' throwin' dirt on my name But it's $15,000 just to make a flyer with my name I don' spent 3 grips on my motherf**in' chain I ain't never spent a dime on a b**h stop playin' Who the f** I think I am? I'm a God b**h don't f** with me All you new rappers, really you can't f** with me Stuntin' on you f**ers has become just so addictive I k** all you weak a** pussies I leave no surviving vitims [ Hook: S God ] S God, you know what the name is She comin' home with me cause it's f** who she came with Say you not a fan then you f**in' f*ggots brainless Ask your god for mercy 'fore I hit you with the K b**h What I'm 'bout? b**h I'm 'bout that gang sh** She comin' home with me cause it's f** who she came with Say I'm not a god then you f**in' f*ggots brainless Tryna come at me Imma hit you with the K b**h [ Verse 2: S God ] Big boy sh** water drippin' off the Fiji crystals Say you got some guns but they lookin' like some water pistols I'm the undisputed king of Texas b**h don't challange me I go back to back on your a** I'm too damaging Pull up with the guns and I'm ready to blast Hollow tips out the crome at your a** I am like Gandolf cause you cannot pa** Not 21 but I do got the mac All of these rappers they try but they lack Try to be dope but they just spittin' whack Pull up to the block and they wavin' white flags The reaper of rap I'm dressed in all black Ride with the hunneds I never get ones Keep talkin' sh** I shoot at your lung Stupid lil' b**h cannot play with my funds f** on your hoe yes I bang her like drums You lookin' stupid you do not get stacks Imma keep ballin' collectin' the racks I might just pull up I'm sippin' on Ack Push on the bu*ton the top it go back Yuhh I'm just flexin' on these pussies Clamin' that they pro but they level be on rookie They can't beat my high score, b**h it's cause I write more Can't stand on my bankroll I'm too scared of heights who*e Gang gang that's how I roll My sh** cold, sub zero flow I ain't payin' for no p**y no They droppin' racks just to book me tho I been the best 2 tripple 0 I make bank you ain't makin' money tho I'm A1 you ain't f**in' with the flow It's AG from the TX hoe [ Hook: S God ] S God, you know what the name is She comin' home with me cause it's f** who she came with Say you not a fan then you f**in' f*ggots brainless Ask your god for mercy 'fore I hit you with the K b**h What I'm 'bout? b**h I'm 'bout that gang sh** She comin' home with me cause it's f** who she came with Say I'm not a god then you f**in' f*ggots brainless Tryna come at me Imma hit you with the K b**h