Letra de God’s Schedule - Comethazine

Me tryna keep up with all my hoes gettin' stressful

Stuck up in the hood, still pussy, I left you

Never gave a fuck, fuck a nigga, God bless you

Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule

I just fucked your ho, got some face in my bathrobe

No Flex Zone, I don't brag, so why they mad for?

So high off that Ganja, got a nigga feelin' astral

He say he want smoke, boy, be careful what you ask for

Grab my M14 and rip that nigga a new asshole

Way before the virus, I would pop out with my mask on

Feel like Soulja Boy, hop out the bed and turn my swag on

I don't got no waves, but got a Gucci du-rag on

Mama had seven kids, but I'm the one she brag on

Never bought my bitch a purse, but got a Birkin bag on

G-Stars hold my XD, so you know my pants gon' sag on

The next nigga that test me get a big black plastic bag on

Me tryna keep up with all my hoes gettin' stressful

Stuck up in the hood, still pussy, I left you

Never gave a fuck, fuck a nigga, God bless you

Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule

Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule

Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule

Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God-God-God-God-God-God-God

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