G.O.D

Only thing over me is G-O-D Ain't no fronts, God, I need C-O-D

They droppin' L's, we ain't even know it's beef

Niggas trollin' till we sliding through they streets

Lost gabe man that shit forever deep Put them Packers on his head, that's a G

They think I'm to pre the way I got the key

Diamonds dancing' on my body like a Fee

I may drop Maserati in a week I can't take that hoes shoppin' if it's weak

We boo & bo gang , so we throw a B Rich- Opp , man, I'm tryna touch a B

I used to count up on my hand, now It beep They throw the deuce up in the land when I Beep

If she matching energy, then I keep