On God Lyrics

Put this on God

No I can not trust him with my life, I keep this rod

I done, let them boys have they lil fun, I'm back outside

You can't say you wiped a nose if ain't nobody died

Brodie started popping percocets, they make him feel alive

My lil bro don't play no games, so we call that boy Kawhi

Everybody fucking gangstas, pull up on them, they act shy

Wanna see a nigga cry, put him in a S-K-Y

Might not ever give a fuck, so lil baby just don't lie

B-I-G, baby im the biggest

Tryna sex on me, I told her I'm not with it

I'ma take that head instead, I heard you the littest

I don't call it motion, I got ocean in the bitty

Baby I'm important, if it ain't no Wockiana

I'ma grab some Morton

If he wanna play with this lil life, it'll get shortened

Call my phone nagging me and shit, baby I ignore it

Bro gon' pass the play, every time, he know I'ma score it

On God, on God

Put this shit on God, oh my God, oh my God

On God, on God

Put this shit on God, oh my God, oh my God

On God, on God

Put this shit on God, oh my God, oh my God

On God, on God

Put this shit on God, oh my God, oh my God

Huh, Y-E-S, please

Bitch done brought her best friend, I swear they both done blessed me

Helped em, make the right decision, turned around and left me

Out in traffic, sliding around the six, bitch this a red key

Yo bitch harassin me, that lil boy ain't passing me

The way this bitch be running, I think she an athlete

Run up on him, take his chain, okay, Michael Crabtree

You can't sit behind me, nigga, you might try to stab me

Yea yea