ON GOD! Lyrics

Smokin' on gas, baby

Bitch

Aye I'm back in this bitch

I just got my phone back

Of course

(Vibin)

(Crashless)

(On God)

Bitch

Smokin' on gas, baby (On God)

Gettin' the cash, baby (On God)

Swervin' in Maserati (On God)

Dancing like we in the 80s (Uh-Uh)

I'm fucked up in the head, yeah, I know (On God)

Call the cash Kurtis, I'ma blow (On God)

I heard she loves cocaine (On God)

So I had to make cocaine snow (Uh-Uh)

Smokin' on gas, baby (On God)

Gettin' the cash, baby (On God)

Swervin' in Maserati (On God)

Dancing like we in the 80s (Uh-Uh)

I'm fucked up in the head, yeah, I know (On God)

Call the cash Kurtis, I'ma blow (On God)

I heard she loves cocaine (On God)

So I had to make cocaine snow (Uh-Uh)

Ya dig

This song a whole freestyle

This shit got me acting wild

You thought I fumbled up

Well, look at who's laughin' now

Fuck, On God

Choppa on me, sound like a snare

Gun make him bleed everywhere

Young nigga rich, these bitches stare

Yeah"On God" I say that a lot

But I don't give a fuck

Run up on me, I got my gun tucked

Run up on me if you out of luck

Sure I sin but still put this shit on God

Let me park you up (Skrr)

Like a parking lot

Run up on me, I'm letting you go

Lettin' you know

Runnin' the globe

With my bro

Keep the gun tucked (Yeah)

It's gonna blow

Run up on me, I'm running the city

So you know how this shit go (On God)

(On God)

Gettin' the cash, baby (On God)

Swervin' in Maserati (On God)

Dancing like we in the 80s (Uh-Uh)

I'm fucked up in the head, yeah, I know (On God)

Call the cash Kurtis, I'ma blow (On God)

I heard she loves cocaine (On God)

So I had to make cocaine snow (Uh-Uh)

Smokin' on gas, baby (On God)

Gettin' the cash, baby (On God)

Swervin' in Maserati (On God)

Dancing like we in the 80s (Uh-Uh)

I'm fucked up in the head, yeah, I know (On God)

Call the cash Kurtis, I'ma blow (On God)

I heard she loves cocaine (On God)

So I had to make cocaine snow (Uh-Uh)

Ya dig

On God

I'm finna get to the bed and then spend it

I got a chopper, you know I'ma shoot it (Haha)

I might as well extend it (Uh)

These bitches have fantasies

They wanna fuck on me

They can't get enough of me

They tryna get more of me(Ha, On God)

They tryna fuck with me

While I have my choppa (On God)

Yeah, find this dick where you find

Yo' motherfuckin' mama (On God)

Yeah, I see the future like

The show Futurama (On God)

I'm not no DJ

But I'm known to bring the drama(On God)

I got my bitch in my two seat

I sing this so well, it feel like a poetry

I do not tolerate no tom foolery

I heard that your girl, she still misses me

That's your bitch? Well, that's my bad

Got her in my car, I'm smacking her ass

She's swervin' around while I get the cash

She don't love me the same, but I don't care (On God)

Chopper on me, gon' tap, tap, tap

(On God)

Gettin' the cash, baby (On God)

Swervin' in Maserati (On God)

Dancing like we in the 80s (Uh-Uh)

I'm fucked up in the head, yeah, I know (On God)

Call the cash Kurtis, I'ma blow (On God)

I heard she loves cocaine (On God)

So I had to make cocaine snow (Uh-Uh)

Smokin' on gas, baby (On God)

Gettin' the cash, baby (On God)

Swervin' in Maserati (On God)

Dancing like we in the 80s (Uh-Uh)

I'm fucked up in the head, yeah, I know (On God)

Call the cash Kurtis, I'ma blow (On God)

I heard she loves cocaine (On God)

So I had to make cocaine snow (Uh-Uh)

Ya dig

Fuck with my bitch and I'm lettin' it blow

Don't try to fuck around with us, bro

I got the mane, I got the flow

I got yo' brain, I got yo' hoe

Yeah, On God

Bitch