Lyrics Crippler - Martel Tha God

Yeah I'm still tha man hope you fuckin ready
All about my money and my flows is heavy
Open up ya ears I know you wanna hear it
Yo bitch bad and boujie and she suck so good
Gave that Georgia peach to tha whole damn hood
I ain't hatin on her cuz the head was right
And when I hit that pussy I wrapped it fuckin tight

You know I'm bout my money and I'm tha fuckin god
Rowdy rowdy on this beat like I'm hot rod
Fuck boys love to hate but I don't give em time
Could put they names in rap but they ain't worth tha rhyme
Spit that fuck money have em goin bonkers
Dream like Tommy bitch but I ain't come from Yonkers
Bad mutha fucka they told me watch my mouth
I said I'm too dirty I'm from tha filthy south
Last supper flow what you talkin bout
My shits a summer anthem whenever it come out
This that crown vic, that grand marquis that buick regal
Knock ya ass out just like I'm steven segal
New world order still too sweet
Get up on tha floor and move ya fuckin feet
Another banger straight from tha god
And like I said before let ya head nod

Let ya head nod
Break ya fuckin neck