On God

I'ma be real here Stop sellin' 'em phones that's wired to the Federal Government That's what I'ma tell you Okay, have a good day Nah, fuck a good day, make it a bad day Ayo, my outlaw niggas, twist these niggas I'm in it first, my face on the wall We stallin', they go berserk, I know it all They throw sticks and stones and rocks but they never hurt I'm so appalled, I feel like Uzi Vert, all of my friends in the dirt Only with dawg, my bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God (on God) She know I'm odd, I'm always a problem You know I'm on and off, hydraulic I cannot talk, it's all in your pocket I milly rock when I saw the deposit Ain't off the top but it's off the noggin I'll do you wrong, my dawg can vouch I'm not alone, I'm lost without you Trust, I get colder along that route But I don't see what is smoke about you (yeah) I never front, I be holdin' it down You envy us when we comin' around He's in that trauma, smokin' the shout huh, if you slung it, yuor foes is a noun I used to front, but I know it's the south I'm in that club, prolly blowin' a thou' Ain't from New York, but I'll show you the town I got some za and some drugs that's loud Shoutout to Zaza, I'm pullin' around I worked so hard, I'm enjoyin' it now, yeah I been so loud, I go order a round I got that power, yeah, over the crowd, yeah I'm in it first, my face on the wall We stallin', they go berserk, I know it all They throw sticks and stones and rocks but they never hurt I'm so appalled, I feel like Uzi Vert, all of my friends in the dirt Only with dawg, my bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God (on God) Yeah, my trust fucked up, I was fucked up She was for you, but now she fuck us Diamonds hittin' like a disco ball and she goin' sho nuff I smoke and sold dope, rollin' jokes up, feel the road rush She gon' toe touch like a nail tech, I be hands on Tony tryna stack a couple million dollars, put his mans on Baby girl is tryna suck my jeans, I can keep the pants on All my friends dead, feelings unsaid I expand on She in full days, I need halfway, we are homeborn She gon' do Chane'-ne', I'ma do the belt, Louis Vuitton I'm pourin' Don Juan, take it like a Migo, told her, "I'm the one" 112 on the dash, bad month, I make bands just like Sean You watchin' me 'cause I switch times zones Your temp' get too hot, you get fired on We stallin', they go berserk, I know it all They throw sticks and stones and rocks but they never hurt I'm so appalled, I feel like Uzi Vert, all of my friends in the dirt Only with dawg, my bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God (on God)