On God Lyrics

Get down

Touch the ground

Don't stop, drop, roll

When you got soul

All hitters got glocks

Popping off a payroll

Aiming at a bitch

Who ain't nothing but a pink hole

Oh lord

I'm bored

Ain't nothing when I'm stopping these broads

Acting like crabs in ya barrel with ya squad

Seem a lil odd

On god

ANG'L

No not angle

Looped in my circle

No triangle

Chip on my shoulder

Ain't no pringle

Time for ya'll to pray or lay low

Coming off of cloud nine

If you come around mine

Don't forget my wings and halo

And I may sometimes

Go and cross the line

When I'm going for my green like a Gringo

If you talk money then you speak my lingo

Hitting every letter like Bingo

Come in all black like an Emo

Coming like the Apex

Hit 'em in the back then I emote

(Hating ass bimbos)

Better get low

Like limbo

Worry bout yourself

Not me, its simple

Fake love

Straight up to my face when they pose

Lookin like a shovel in the face

They fake hoes

Get down

Touch the ground

Don't stop, drop, roll

When you got soul

All hitters got glocks

Popping off a payroll

Aiming at a bitch

Who ain't nothing but a pink hole

Oh lord

I'm bored

Ain't nothing when I'm stopping these broads

Acting like crabs in ya barrel with ya squad

Seem a lil odd

On god

Say I'm acting Ludacris

Told them my bad

Knew this shit was too much

To hold in my bag

Wasn't holding my back

They was holding me back

Get back!

Mother fucker you don't know me like that

Okay

Guess I see what y'all say

So Move Bitch

Get out the way!

I hit the Gas

If they in my lane

They on my dash

But they ain't my dame

Them girls is average

We ain't the same

Them girls is lame

And it is a shame

Envy's a sin too

Send them to flames

Destiny's child

The way they saying my name.

Oh God

On God

Go Hard

All Day

Cant see anyone thats in my lane

ANG'L

But the demon came out to play.

Get down

Touch the ground

Don't stop, drop, roll

When you got soul

All hitters got glocks

Popping off a payroll

Aiming at a bitch

Who ain't nothing but a pink hole

Oh lord

I'm bored

Ain't nothing when I'm stopping these broads

Acting like crabs in ya barrel with ya squad

Seem a lil odd

On god

Get down

Touch the ground

Don't stop, drop, roll

When you got soul

All hitters got glocks

Popping off a payroll

Aiming at a bitch

Who ain't nothing but a pink hole

Oh lord

I'm bored

Ain't nothing when I'm stopping these broads

Acting like crabs in ya barrel with ya squad

Seem a lil odd

On god