On God

Jumped off the porch selling hard, that's on God
Momma working two jobs back then, times was hard
Throwing hands I was a fool, I had a hard right
Nobody called for girl today it was a hard night

Papparazzi flashy cars the fast life
Looking back in disbelief like I'm dreaming bout my pass life
All I ever wanted was my niggas to get that bag right
20 grand a show let's go I'm burning up the turnpike

En garde, Touche'
Its my year and I'm the hottest who Play
You niggas out here and you selling booflay
A1 yay all I sell is sushi
I'm really in the game and you ain't 2K
It gotta be Patron if it ain't Dusse
Don't make me call my Zoe nigga, sak pase'
I'll fire ya ass up nigga nap boule'

On God, I would never flawg
On God too many foreigns in my new garage
On God we trapping serving through the bugler bars
On God I really got them killas on call

On God, on God
On God, on God
On God, on God
On God, on God

On God, the kid living large
Maserati phantom parked in my garage
R Kelly type of nigga I piss on broads
Disrespect me I swear to got you'll be missing
That ant type of shit I'm selling Heroin with them killas
Riding with these choppers don't make me pull out them missiles
On God every nigga round me got them pistols
On God, on God, on God, on God
Money stack to the ceiling damn near bout to touch God
Let the top off on that Ghost, hide yo broad
She come back when I put that dick on her, I swear to God
Ten chains around my neck, I'm shining hard

On God, I would never flawg
On God too many foreigns in my new garage
On God we trapping serving through the bugler bars
On God I really got them killas on call

On God, on God
On God, on God
On God, on God
On God, on God, right hand to God



Credits
Writer(s): Playboy J
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