Masterpiece From God - Duwap Kaine

Everything I do is like a masterpiece from God

I’m my own shooter so you know I keep that rock

Call of Duty stick, look like it came from some box

When I got these bands man, niggas started actin' odd

Smokin' on green thing I’m smokin' outside

I be with the gang bitch, I be really with my squad

Puttin' your trust in that bitch, nigga you’re a retard

Burberry smell like blueberry pop tart

They be like «damn he make beats» I’m like yes I prod'

Play my music in the studio and I watch them heads nod

Play my music for the crowd and the crowd just applaud

Swear to god this legit money, baby girl I ain’t doin' no fraud

Bitch my gang be shootin' shit, they don’t need tripods

Reminiscin' about bein' a kid when we was on the i-Pods

The way I’m doin' this shit, it ain’t nun' to me man

I’m doin' what I want and you doin' what you can

You know that you a bitch if you even take that stand

I got bad things in the club, I got shooters on command

I’m a young black, rich nigga, I could make a hunnid' grand

Your sound gon' fall of quicker, I might have a hunnid' plans

Dark liquor or white liquor, it don’t matter, it’s in my hand

She said «what the fuck, you done turned into a alcoholic man»

I’m like, hell nah, I just get lit, I just do it cause' I can

Lambo truck nigga not no Ram

This legal money I don’t scam

I’m up at five am, recordin' nun' but gems

I’m up at five am, tryna' take out these stems

I’m hoppin' in the ride but no I ain’t no pimp

No I ain’t no pimp, but no I ain’t no simp

Smokin' dope that’s him

How could you be broke?

Man you trim'

All of my niggas, man all of my family, fuck it

Niggas love fake, woulda' thought it was real

Eat of your plate, baby takin' your meal

Speedin' fast so I don’t got no chill

Got in a 360 windmill

Yall ain’t know dem' lil kids

Pistol on me, yeah that lil' reel

Hop in that whip for a thrill

Bitch you cannot tell me how to feel

Who was that nigga you fuckin', forreal?

You fuckin' these niggas, oh that’s how you feel?

Choppa' hittin', where your Fortnite shield?

My nephew say that he want

Everything I do is like a masterpiece from God

I’m my own shooter so you know I keep that rock

Call of Duty stick, look like it came from some box

When I got these bands man, niggas started actin' odd

Smokin' on green thing I’m smokin' outside

I be with the gang bitch, I be really with my squad

Puttin' your trust in that bitch, nigga you’re a retard

Burberry smell like blueberry pop tart

They be like «damn he make beats» I’m like yes I prod'

Play my music in the studio and I watch them heads nod

Play my music for the crowd and the crowd just applaud