God did Lyrics

Yeah, God gave me the tool to utilize Cause we really know some niggas with some

Jealousy, evil eyes, you decide, Ushie, gushie, pussy, like some pudding pie

And I can't lie Baby thought that I was praying but I just

Went and fixed my tie Baby watch your tone, watch your mouth, you

Know that I'm that guy, and you know way better, yeah you know, not to

Try Tell your nigga better not play with me unless

He tryna die, put it down or pick it up, I know she wanna

Lick it up She ain't wanna mess with me back then but

Now she see I'm up, Damn, yeah, shout out Uncle Sam

They was talking down on niggas, now we hop out Sprinter vans

Cartier just for the shade, cause that bitch saw me at a glance

Damn, she said she want designer, let's go get that shit in France

Uh, yeah, but she ain't know when i ain't have it

Tryna flip that guala out my pocket just like it was magic

Just cause I'm well spoken, don't think that I'm a ho, you don't want static

How you go from sippin' Kool-Aid, now you sippin' Arizona

You was passin' dishes out that point, but now you just a stoner

How you tell me you gon' travel, but you still in Minnesota

How you go from rockin' V-Lone, then you turn into a loner

She said she don't have the time for this, and she's willing to cry for this

And she's willing to ride for this, but ain't willing to die for this

Really, I'm just confused, if you play with me, then I put her up on the gun news

Kung fu, and I really show you what these guns do

If you buck one, buck two, nigga, (fuck u)

Cause all of y'all niggas know the deal, really, if you go to take a look

Go to flip a shit just like the pages in a book

Always overreactin' and leavin' bitches shook

Tell that boy to go to work and leave that boy and let him cook

I'm like, put it down or pick it up, I know she wanna lick it up

She didn't wanna mess with me back then, but now she see I'm up

Damn, yo, shout out Uncle Sam

They was talkin' down on niggas, now we hop out Sprinter vans

Cartier just for the shade, cause that bitch saw me at a glance

Damn, she said she want designer, let's go get that shit in France

Uh, yeah, but she ain't know when I ain't have it

Tryna flip that guala out my pocket just like it was magic

Cause I'm well-spoken, don't think that I'm a ho, you don't want static

We finna slide to the party, bad bitches sippin' Bacardi

My young, you tryna get gnarly, we back to backin' Ferrari's like

Baby, where you been at, and where you tryna go

I'm tryna misbehave, but only if you know

Attack it to the body, a tiger to the toe

A water to the uh, a water to the hoe

Or water to the grass, bae you got that ass

Bae you know that's why im waiting on you

To be honest, baby girl, the season changing on you

All these niggas, all these bitches, they just hatin' on you

Like a fish that's to the water, like a nigga to a charger

Baby girl, you know we meant to be

You see what God did , you see what God did ,

You see what God did , you see what God did

Like, yeah, you see what God did , you see what God did

You see what God did, like

Put it down or pick it up, I know she wanna lick it up

She ain't wanna mess with me, back then but now she see I'm up

Damn, yeah, shout out Uncle Sam

They was talking down on niggas, now we hop out Sprinter vans

Cartier just for the shade, cause that bitch saw me at a glance

Damn, she said she want designer, let's go get that shit in France

Uh, yeah, but she ain't know when I ain't have it

Tryna flip that guala out my pocket just like it was magic

Just cause I'm well-spoken, don't think that I'm a hoe, you don't want static