Lyrics MEET GOD! - Yung Kanari

Say you been fucking with killers I doubt it
You call me your WIFI cause I'm gonna route it
You fuck with some lames and get hit with this static
I'm making you disappear like it be magic

Aye
Fuck all these punk ass pussies bruh
Just counting my guapo
Call me Yung Chop-o
Aye

Say you been fucking with killers I doubt it
You call me your WIFI cause I'm gonna route it
You fuck with some lames and get hit with this static
I'm making you disappear like it be magic
You gonna end in a casket
I'm shooting like Kobe I aim for my basket
You pull up with choppas and we gon blast him
You stay with that talking get hit with that action

Get hit with that action
Get hit with that action
Get hit with that action
Get hit with that action
Get hit with that action
Keep all that talking get hit with that action
Get hit with that action
Get hit with that action

Built like a pussy you made to retire
I'm building up bricks in my castle like I'm getting higher
My mental desire getting tapped with a wire
I don't need a lighter to start up a fire you lames getting fired
Like fuck all this action lets get it
I beat on the pussy I merk it and kill it
Wait hold up
I'm the villain
You bitches keep mumbling
I feel it rumbling
Play with the pussy I'm keeping it company
Come and fuck with me I'm keeping my pieces
Hoes on hoes I could make it a thesis

Been done with these fakes
Stuck in a pit with the snakes
Y'all fuck with some friends
That turn into jakes
Like fuck all these lames
Who spit in your way
Like fuck it lets rage
I'm stomping his fate
Boy gon meet god today

You talking I'm spilling you ain't do no killings
I'm speaking with feelings like fuck y'all opinion's
You speak I ain't listen I'm talking to drill them
Into your head
What I once said
Fuck with the Feds an get filled with lead
Don't play with the dead
Cause your gonna be
The only one that left
Fuck with some pussies you bitches is narcs
I stay with some iron call me tony stark
I don't need no lames who leaching off carts
You playing with hitters get shot in the dark
Brain fried bitch off the acid like bart
You speaking some shit but ain't one to start
I'm meeting god face to face saying
Fuck the human race