ON GOD
On God
Niggas scared to see my squad
And it's on God
I hang with niggas from the block
And it's on God
Might have running to ya moms
And it's on God
That we yelling fuck the Opps
I can't let no fake niggas
Come and throw that dirt upon the gang
I be cruising round my city
Blowin funk and kicking game
You be scared to press the issue
Ain't no weight upon that thang
I be rolling and it's with me
If they disrespect the name
The name is Cavaiani
And I might just catch that body if they try the homi
I live my life as if no weapon formed could ever harm me
Some might call it godly
I just call it LU
Better CC if there's Info on me
I just told a bitch nigga at me with his whole entire chest
Or we treat it like it's treasure
Hit that spot till nothing left
It's best you keep ya lane unless you wanna lose ya rep
But you better use ya blinker if you coming from my left
Cause I'm go mode
Pushing 4 doors to the floor dawg
Every nigga wanna play the game till it's 6points on the score board
I'm just out here doing me
Tryna keep it G
Like a rack dawg
Snakes be all in the grass
But I keep it low
So I can watch those
It's Cavai
On God
Niggas scared to see my squad
And it's on God
I hang with niggas from the block
And it's on God
Might have running to ya moms
And it's on God
That we yelling fuck the Opps
On God
Niggas scared to see my squad
And it's on God
I hang with niggas from the block
And it's on God
That we yelling fuck the cops
And it's on God
We might pull up to ya spot
On God
Blew the bag
Out a Hunnid bands
Nigga it's On God
Imma get it back
Put the hemi on the Forgee's
Simple ass bitches say I rented that
Big money
Getting free bands
Broke niggas still stuck in the trap
Light traffic on the clubhouse
But I'm verified on the Cashapp
I get the paper
The digits
No Internet capping
We winning
On God
We making moves in the trenches
You niggas stay stuck on ya pivot
On God
Middle finger to the oops nigga
When we see em
We hitting
On God
2700 east side nigga
Chopper the district
East side
40 cal
And it go bow
Hit 'em where they can feel it
I set the dripp trends
Now these pussy niggas tryna steal it
Fuck all the Twitter talking
You can find Cole where the bill is
Muscle cars
With the sharp bars
CMC on the fitted
On God
On God
Niggas scared to see my squad
And it's on God
I hang with niggas from the block
And it's on God
Might have running to ya moms
And it's on God
That we yelling fuck the Opps
Niggas scared to see my squad
And it's on God
I hang with niggas from the block
And it's on God
Might have running to ya moms
And it's on God
That we yelling fuck the Opps
I can't let no fake niggas
Come and throw that dirt upon the gang
I be cruising round my city
Blowin funk and kicking game
You be scared to press the issue
Ain't no weight upon that thang
I be rolling and it's with me
If they disrespect the name
The name is Cavaiani
And I might just catch that body if they try the homi
I live my life as if no weapon formed could ever harm me
Some might call it godly
I just call it LU
Better CC if there's Info on me
I just told a bitch nigga at me with his whole entire chest
Or we treat it like it's treasure
Hit that spot till nothing left
It's best you keep ya lane unless you wanna lose ya rep
But you better use ya blinker if you coming from my left
Cause I'm go mode
Pushing 4 doors to the floor dawg
Every nigga wanna play the game till it's 6points on the score board
I'm just out here doing me
Tryna keep it G
Like a rack dawg
Snakes be all in the grass
But I keep it low
So I can watch those
It's Cavai
On God
Niggas scared to see my squad
And it's on God
I hang with niggas from the block
And it's on God
Might have running to ya moms
And it's on God
That we yelling fuck the Opps
On God
Niggas scared to see my squad
And it's on God
I hang with niggas from the block
And it's on God
That we yelling fuck the cops
And it's on God
We might pull up to ya spot
On God
Blew the bag
Out a Hunnid bands
Nigga it's On God
Imma get it back
Put the hemi on the Forgee's
Simple ass bitches say I rented that
Big money
Getting free bands
Broke niggas still stuck in the trap
Light traffic on the clubhouse
But I'm verified on the Cashapp
I get the paper
The digits
No Internet capping
We winning
On God
We making moves in the trenches
You niggas stay stuck on ya pivot
On God
Middle finger to the oops nigga
When we see em
We hitting
On God
2700 east side nigga
Chopper the district
East side
40 cal
And it go bow
Hit 'em where they can feel it
I set the dripp trends
Now these pussy niggas tryna steal it
Fuck all the Twitter talking
You can find Cole where the bill is
Muscle cars
With the sharp bars
CMC on the fitted
On God
On God
Niggas scared to see my squad
And it's on God
I hang with niggas from the block
And it's on God
Might have running to ya moms
And it's on God
That we yelling fuck the Opps
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Writer(s): Jaylen Bennett-cavaiani
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