Guns, Bibles, Sweatpants

What
Y'all I don't give a fuck who you are
There's only three things and three things only, motherfucker

Guns
Bibles
Sweatpants
Yo
Guns
Bibles
Sweatpants
Ok
I be packing guns
I be burning bibles
I be wearing sweatpants
I be packing guns
I be burning bibles
I be wearing sweatpants
Yeah
I be packing guns (la la la)
I be burning bibles
I be wearing sweatpants (la la la)
Ok
I be packing guns (la la la)
I be burning bibles
I be wearing sweatpants (la la la)
Alright

I be burning up the bible, I be burning tree (tree)
Call me pagan 'cause that booty put a spell on me (whee)
And I be making all that green, all the celery (skrilla)
And if them snitches knew, you know they'd fuckin' tell on me (fuck 'em)
And I ain't got respect for no fuckin' god no
'Cause you know that I got my own fuckin' problems
I gotta keep that money on my mind
That's what keeps me okay, that's what keeps me fuckin' solemn
I'm in that booty like a slalom
Suckas hate me when I'm ballin
I eat that booty like a challenge
And I can hear the booty callin
What

Guns
Bibles
Sweatpants
Yo
Guns
Bibles
Sweatpants
Ok



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Writer(s): Travis Bazanele
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