on GOD ft. Sir 7000 Lyrics

Pussy just slayed my dawg

Pussy you pie

You ain't my dawg

Mossberg shotgun

Sawed that off

Make one phone call and come knock you off

Bitch I just came from the Raw

Got pure cocaine

Ou yea

Straight raw

I can't even feel my jaw

I keep a dirty stick

Feel like Gian Paul

Ou

Got me praying to the cross

That's on God yea

Traumatized

Everything I done saw

That's on God yea

Learned a lesson

Everything I lost

That's on God yea

Momma it's not my fault

What

What

Alright like

Hold up

Hold up

Lemme roll up

Fuck boy

You don't know us (Nah)

Moving shit like tow trucks

Oh shucks

Fast cash

No slow bucks (Nah)

Gold rush

No leprechaun

No luck

Usain with the bolt up

Dirty dick

Thirty clip

No holster

Dirty world on my shoulder (Yah)

Just got a new A.R.

ACOG on the rod

Yea

Everything hit

Ou bitch

Get guap

Feel like A Rod

Yea

Canary diamond looking like grey poupon

That's that sauce

Yea

Everything that I got

On God

That's on God

Yea

Pussy just slayed my dawg

Pussy you pie

You ain't my dawg

Mossberg shotgun

Sawed that off

Make one phone call and come knock you off

Bitch I just came from the Raw

Got pure cocaine

Ou yea

Straight raw

I can't even feel my jaw

I keep a dirty stick

Feel like Gian Paul

Ou

Got me praying to the cross

That's on God yea

Traumatized

Everything I done saw

That's on God yea

Learned a lesson

Everything I lost

That's on God yea

Momma it's not my fault

Yea

Tis the season

Florida heathen

Keep it sweepin'

Only fans

Night of demons

Willie Beamen

Quarterback a million semens

Baby mama

That's achievement

On God

Straight from the raw

Can't take back what I seen

What I saw

I live in Cali

My mama appalled

I keep a 16

Murder em all

I keep a 32

Shoot up the mall

Shoot up the club

That pussy a slug

Hit em up

Tupac

Who do you love

I got da gas

Bitch throw me a dub

I keep it dirty

Betta shake that rug

All your girl want is some dick and a hug

I got some vices

Don't give a fuck

I'm God's image

Everything clutch

Bangina

Pussy just slayed my dawg

Pussy you pie

You ain't my dawg

Mossberg shotgun

Sawed that off

Make one phone call and come knock you off

Bitch I just came from the Raw

Got pure cocaine

Ou yea

Straight raw

I can't even feel my jaw

I keep a dirty stick

Feel like Gian Paul

Ou

Got me praying to the cross

That's on God yea

Traumatized

Everything I done saw

That's on God yea

Learned a lesson

Everything I lost

That's on God yea

Momma it's not my fault