ON GOD (feat. Hood 6a6y)

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Bobby Blaake

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Bring me back to the days when I didn't need to try for shit (Uh-huh)
Bro started trapping and hustling on Harlem shit
He had to pick up the pace like the others did
He had to break through the cycle for family shit, on god
Niggas be moving like amateurs, hypocrites dodging and weaving like pickle Rick
(Oh yea)
Guppies can't fit on my tees, they ain't worth the ink
Re-worked my craft and I watched the titanic sink (Nahh, nahh)
Nigga spit when he talk, like a pussy be squirting
I been erased stains nigga, laundry detergent (Uh-huh)
F*ck with a nigga get popped outta a socket
He locking his jaw, we get rocking, no flocking (No flocking?)
If he try to step up, like 2k I'm bopping
Boy I ain't trying, a nigga bot Walking
Delete his database, I call him Steve Hawkins
Uninstall that boy, no need for a coffin
They said they like smoke talk, but all these niggas moving scary
If he tryna lick us, I honestly dare him (Uh-huh)
It ain't the Glock it's the pressure that scare him (Grrr)
run through the block like I'm Robert di Nero
Rookie sensation Nigga, Tyler Herro
Moncler on his jacket, get robbed for a fraction
She said that I'm packing heat, lot of attraction
Pull out the strap, let it spray, we get clapping
(Doo doo doo doo)
I'm bout the action
Don't wake em up, let em all sleep
Cause when I start to blow, they catching heat (Yessir)
Light up the cross section, mop up the street (Yessir)
We with the shooters, like 50 feet deep (Yea, yea, yea)
Talk down on my niggas, ain't reppin no gang
I'm a big steppa, nigga Fredo Bang
Bring me back to the days when I didn't need to try for shit (Uh-huh)
Bro started trapping and hustling on Harlem shit
He had to pick up the pace like the others did
He had to break through the cycle for family shit, on god
Niggas be moving like amateurs, hypocrites dodging and weaving like pickle Rick
(Oh yea)
Guppies can't fit on my tees, they ain't worth the ink
Re-worked my craft and I watched the titanic sink (Nahh, nahh)
12 arrive on scene, you know we doing the dash (Zoom)
I came to the hood and I'm getting on y'all niggas ass (What?)
Cuffing 9 and I keep that bitch stealth (Boom, boom)
Hit that bitch make her walk with a limp (Damn)
He cuffing that hoe he a simp (On God)
Ay, you and your bro got shot
Me and my niggas go pick up deposit
Run in his house, we taking his wallet (What?)
foreign bitch bad, she just give ​me noggin (On God)
The way that we spin on this Z-way
We spin on his ass like a DJ (Boom, boom)
We hitting his bitch like it's EA
Lil bro on the phone off a prepaid (What, aye)
Just stack me some money and stay out the way
Lil Bro drive the ball, tryna catch him a play (Okay)
He in a red zone and it ain't that safe
He got crossed like we playing 2K
Knocking off dreads, we knocking off base (Boom, boom)
We don't give a f*ck, we knock off her lace
Nut in her mouth, and that shit like toothpaste (On God)
She gargled that shit and she said it was great (Aye, aye, aye)
Bring me back to the days when I didn't need to try for shit (Uh-huh)
Bro started trappin and hustling on Harlem shit
He had to pick up the pace like the others did
He had to break through the cycle for family shit, on god
Niggas be moving like amateurs, hypocrites dodging and weaving like pickle Rick
(Oh yea)
Guppies can't fit on my tees, they ain't worth the ink
Re-worked my craft and I watched the titanic sink (Nahh, nahh)

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