Gods Favorite Lyrics – AZ Chike

Read the full Gods Favorite lyrics by AZ Chike from the album No Rest For The Wicked along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Az Chike's music, you can also explore Sky Rockets and Lamb Truck Keys, two other songs by Az Chike.

[Intro]
Pssh, uh-oh
N!gga, huh, huh

[Verse 1]
Hopped up, asked doggy what that s*it 'bout (S*it 'bout)
Chopper get you chewed up and spit out
Who ain't fu*king? Dumb b!tch, you getting kicked out (Kicked out)
You can slide out with that slick mouth
She fu*ked the whole city, get to you and wanna play wifey (Play wifey)
Yeah, very unlikely
Dead b!tch, got the red tips for n!ggas talking spicy
B!tch, act like you been around some n!ggas icy
Stop hiding, I'm outside with the big dogs
Keep it real, I'm surprised you made it this far
Looky here, another n!gga with his hand out
Hate me now, I remember you was fanned out
Raise your hand if you God' favorite, put your hand down
B!tch, you don't evеn pray
Spend 10K to the face, just anothеr day
N!ggas treating five bands like a hundred K

[Chorus]
Cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, b!tch, I'm too up (I'm too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fu*ked
Hopped up, asked doggy what that s*it be (That s*it be)
Put the B on 'em like a Bentley
Cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, b!tch, I'm too up (Too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fu*ked (Get your boo fu*ked)
Hopped up, asked doggy what that s*it be (What that s*it be)
Put the B on 'em like a Bentley

[Verse 2]
Broke fu*k, cut some n!ggas off before I go up
Fu*k all that Insta' trolling, n!gga gotta show us
And don't show up 'less a n!gga really know us
Or we gon' make a n!gga mama throw up

The cat's out the bag, Chizzle mad now
Touched my first M, no, I can't put that bag down
He in the field being a b!tch, throw a flag down
I'ma make sure the devil get you dragged down
Goyard (Goyard), Louis this, Chanelly that
I'm that n!gga up in Marnis, spent a Hellycat
Drown pin, I get it in, I went to hell and back
Oh, you love me? Uh, b!tch, why you tell me that?
I don't care (Don't care), fill up the lean, acne on the jeans
I'm that n!gga behind the scenes, really pulling strings (Pulling strings)
Yeah, dirt me a n!gga, keep my hands clean
You ain't gon' need Red Bull for you to grow wings
I'm not your friend, not your homie, not your partner neither
No replacement here, b!tch, I ain't gotta see you
That's a whole lot of money, I don't want to be you
Your cheese ain't long enough, I don't want to reach you

[Chorus]
Okay, cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, b!tch, I'm too up (I'm too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fu*ked
Hopped up, asked doggy what that s*it be (That s*it be)
Put the B on 'em like a Bentley
Cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, b!tch, I'm too up (Too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fu*ked (Get your boo fu*ked)
Hopped up, asked doggy what that s*it be (What that s*it be)
Put the B on 'em like a Bentley

[Verse 3]
Ayy, tell a b!tch, please, I got big cheese
Flew out the country and I spent weeks (Spent weeks)
Got to lock in a freak before I get geeked
You a ho playing wife, yeah, I been peeped
B!tch, you a blue check, anybody can't have you (Can't have you)
Telling me your problems when I didn't ask you
N!gga think he low-key 'til I unmask you (Unmask you)
Up blick, something swift, n!gga, come drag you
Stop playing, n!ggas bums and I don't bite tongue
Slippery slope with this pole, n!gga, slide something
In the trap, make it slap if you eye something
Don't be a menace, n!gga, hurry up and buy something

[Chorus]
Okay, cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, b!tch, I'm too up (I'm too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fu*ked
Hopped up, asked doggy what that s*it be (That s*it be)
Put the B on 'em like a Bentley
Cooped up (Cooped up), souped up, b!tch, I'm too up (Too up)
Slide out the back, get your boo fu*ked (Get your boo fu*ked)
Hopped up, asked doggy what that s*it be (What that s*it be)
Put the B on 'em like a Bentley