Black Jesus (Explicit)

Black Jesus (Explicit) - Lil Yachty

Lyrics by：Miles Parks McCollum/Tahj Morgan/Nick Luscombe/Freek Van Workum/Joey Isaac Alexander Morrison

Composed by：Miles Parks McCollum/Tahj Morgan/Nick Luscombe/Freek Van Workum/Joey Isaac Alexander Morrison

Oh Lord Jetson made another one

Pull out them racks on a n***a he's so funny

He talk the most s**t but got no money

Tough on the 'net but in person a new Gandhi

Stand on my racks and I'm Mo Bambi

I mean Mo Bamba and cost a new Honda

I need this with TiTi and with lil' Shonda

I get right it's on sight for you newcomers

I got two solid fists for you mouth-runners

With the gang out in public we ho hunters

Kick that b***h out the spot like a team punter

Think it's time I run up me a Bugatti

Got this b***h ridin' d**k like a Ducati

Bought an AP plain jane out in Dubai

Actin' out for attention the new guy

Got another lasso need a new tie

Know some n***as who stuck turn E5

Know some n***as out West bangin' treetop

Made that b***h give me head 'til her knees pop

Switchin' sides on the gang tryna ease out

Catch you slippin' we knockin' your teeth out

Tryna come down my block need to reroute

Tryna say all that s**t that you talk 'bout

Know it's cap in your rap you ain't gotta lie

In LA with Zack B yeah a nice guy

In LA with Zack B yeah at Papis

I'm in Houston ho hidin' with Tati

I just had me a smooth little ten piece

Run it up

Stick on my back like I'm huntin' up

Yeah if I love my dollars they gon' run 'em up

Quick to pull up with them 30s tucked

Run up flatbread lay low stackin' tall

Hit his head once body dropped rest his soul

I got big guap big killers big pieces

She wan' f**k the gang told that b***h to write a thesis

Pull up all white lookin' like I'm black Jesus

And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis

N***as sweet as s**t turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces

Diamonds shinin' so d**n bright give a n***a seizures

Nothin' make me more happy than backends

I'm straight in no signal them racks in

These new n***as' music is trashcan

He can't feed his fans so they fastin'

He told 'em that's how he go Muslim

That b***h n***a ain't out hustlin'

I said take a sip why you guzzlin'

Give me my d**n cup back n***a

I'm too rich to be out here tusslin'

Boy they just paid a rack for some 'Tussin

Hope you sick 'cause that's all that it's good for

I wish that my big brother did more

I pray that my lil' sister live long

Paint the 'Rari all yellow like Armstrong

Got a stock with a stick it's an arm long

Wow

Heard they said I went broke boy was they wrong

I just cashed in a check it's a phone number

B***h your a*s on the porch like the door number

We gon' track your a*s down like LoJack

Why they playin' with me I need more racks

To the money I'm runnin' up four flat

This s**t right here gon' need four plaques

Run up flatbread lay low stackin' tall

Hit his head once body dropped rest his soul

I got big guap big killers big pieces

She wan' f**k the gang told that b***h to write a thesis

Pull up all white lookin' like I'm black Jesus

And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis

N***as sweet as s**t turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces

Diamonds shinin' so d**n bright give a n***a seizures