"On God" lyrics
Let's go
(I'm the hardest young nigga)
My whole team gunna ride
(This just how I feel)
Aye, on God
(Need' all you wanna get offended)
(Let's go)
This ain't no cap, ain't no facade
Fuck the media in the crib, never said I was the hardest
Stop comparin' me to rap niggas, bitch, I'm a artist (On God)
Know some niggas in the feds, can't even finish what they started
Keep my mop like a janitor with this shit like a toilet
'Bout my fam life, feuds step good, still harden
Having dreams and also drank like dodge, I'm a target
Having birds, got Falcons, I fly 'em to Georgia
And if she don't ask for shit, I'ma spoil her (On God)
Bitches on my dick back then, I ain't write dick
Bitch, I'm the shit, where the wipes at, aye?
They ain't 'bout the shit that they talk, they just type that
Caught opp, slapped his ass, he ain't fight back, aye
Sip a good drink, big cup shit gon' lean
Stay with my stick, never lonely, aye
I catch 'em, I'll touch 'em like a phone screen
I fuck your bitch with my homies gang
Ain't on average shit, take her on a shopping spree
I don't play games, no Monopoly, aye
Young black kid but I still sell white shit
Ride with my dog like Mike Vic, aye
Aye, I'll ride with my glock like my licence
I get ya pack, beat it up Mike Tyson
I'm the one, ain't number two like Lonzo
I keep a nine like Rajon Rondo (On God)
They can't be around gun, they felonies
They got a thick white bitch named Melanie
And her daddy the plug, he mailing it
I'm on the boat with the grams, I'm sailing it, aye
I ain't got no opps, they're irrelevant
And if I do, they dead, I'm inhailing it
She give me good brain, bitch she intelligent
Too much bread brain, too much jealousy
Too much bread brain, too much hatred
And in the homeland, we'd like the patriots
Throwin' bullets better duck like the matrix
More bullets, more guns like tracy
I'm in the alley, catch a play like my first name
Great there's a opp, and he dead, wasted
Aye, walk on my sprinter, bitch look like a gun stoke
Chopper kick shit Taekwando, on God
Ain't on average shit, take her on a shopping spree
I don't play games, no Monopoly, aye
Young black kid but I still sell white shit
Ride with my dog like Mike Vic, aye
Aye, I'll ride with my glock like my licence
I get ya pack, beat it up Mike Tyson (Aye)
I'm the one, ain't number two like Lonzo
I keep a nine like Rajon Rondo (On God)
(On gang)
(I really do this shit, let's go)
(I'm prolly, in the booth with yo hoe on gang)
(Do it)
(Skirt, skirt)
(I'm the hardest young nigga)
My whole team gunna ride
(This just how I feel)
Aye, on God
(Need' all you wanna get offended)
(Let's go)
This ain't no cap, ain't no facade
Fuck the media in the crib, never said I was the hardest
Stop comparin' me to rap niggas, bitch, I'm a artist (On God)
Know some niggas in the feds, can't even finish what they started
Keep my mop like a janitor with this shit like a toilet
'Bout my fam life, feuds step good, still harden
Having dreams and also drank like dodge, I'm a target
Having birds, got Falcons, I fly 'em to Georgia
And if she don't ask for shit, I'ma spoil her (On God)
Bitches on my dick back then, I ain't write dick
Bitch, I'm the shit, where the wipes at, aye?
They ain't 'bout the shit that they talk, they just type that
Caught opp, slapped his ass, he ain't fight back, aye
Sip a good drink, big cup shit gon' lean
Stay with my stick, never lonely, aye
I catch 'em, I'll touch 'em like a phone screen
I fuck your bitch with my homies gang
Ain't on average shit, take her on a shopping spree
I don't play games, no Monopoly, aye
Young black kid but I still sell white shit
Ride with my dog like Mike Vic, aye
Aye, I'll ride with my glock like my licence
I get ya pack, beat it up Mike Tyson
I'm the one, ain't number two like Lonzo
I keep a nine like Rajon Rondo (On God)
They can't be around gun, they felonies
They got a thick white bitch named Melanie
And her daddy the plug, he mailing it
I'm on the boat with the grams, I'm sailing it, aye
I ain't got no opps, they're irrelevant
And if I do, they dead, I'm inhailing it
She give me good brain, bitch she intelligent
Too much bread brain, too much jealousy
Too much bread brain, too much hatred
And in the homeland, we'd like the patriots
Throwin' bullets better duck like the matrix
More bullets, more guns like tracy
I'm in the alley, catch a play like my first name
Great there's a opp, and he dead, wasted
Aye, walk on my sprinter, bitch look like a gun stoke
Chopper kick shit Taekwando, on God
Ain't on average shit, take her on a shopping spree
I don't play games, no Monopoly, aye
Young black kid but I still sell white shit
Ride with my dog like Mike Vic, aye
Aye, I'll ride with my glock like my licence
I get ya pack, beat it up Mike Tyson (Aye)
I'm the one, ain't number two like Lonzo
I keep a nine like Rajon Rondo (On God)
(On gang)
(I really do this shit, let's go)
(I'm prolly, in the booth with yo hoe on gang)
(Do it)
(Skirt, skirt)
