On God

(Guwop)

(808 Mafia)

Southside and Eastside

Gucci (We a army)

They call me Peacoat shawty

Left wrist 840

Gucci Mane home ballin'

While your bank account fallin'

Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God

For fifty mill' I'd get in the ring and fight Floyd

Why these rappers dick ridin' so hard?

I ain't never backin' down, on God

Fresh out the mesh, that's three mill in our car

I'm 'bout to go and buy a jet, that's on God, that's on God

From East Atlanta, I can turn soft into hard, on God

That big advance check, I ain't even cash that yet, that's on God

Where I grew up, all we did, sell dope and rob, we on God

In the Feds, I didn't have no one but God, on God

Runnin' outta space in my garage

So I'm thinkin' 'bout

Buildin' another mansion outta town

Am I crazy?

All these dead white men in my safe, I'm feelin' racist

Runnin' outta space in all my safes, I need some space

I asked Todd where he find me, and Big Cat where he sign me

Speaker phone on with the plug, I'm whippin' up a nine P

Fevzi made my jewelry, I'm standin' next to QCP

I'm feelin' like they watchin' me, I think they wanna rob me

Haters lookin' envious, I'm lookin' at they faces

I keep coppin' money, coppin' jets and goin' places

Think I'm gettin' good, 'cause I'm peepin' nationalities

My bitch changed her wig, then she switched her personality

Protect yourself at all times, that's on God

I don't do songs with my opps, that's on God

I don't shake hands with my opps, that's on God

Spit in your face, 'cause 1017, bitch, we a mob

Protect yourself at all times, that's on God

I don't do songs with my opps, that's on God

I don't shake hands with my opps, that's on God

Spit in your face, 'cause 1017, bitch, we a mob

(Southside)