On God

Ah, I'm back on the road again I'm poppin' it, lettin' it go again (brrt) I'm back in the hole again (brrt) I'm drivin' them things on the stove again Ah, I'm icin' the woah again I'm icin' my bro and my hoes and them It's shoutout to Desi and shoutout to Avi They got me on froze again (woof) Who let the soldiers in? (Woof) Who let the vultures in? (Woof) Who let the road'em in? (Woof) I'm back on that bowl again (woof) Who let the goat'nem in? They fucked up, won't let all my bro'dem in (woof) And shoutout to Flocka, I gave him one-fifty (ayy, ayy) He whippin' that bowl again Back on God again (on God) Wrist on froze again (on God) Big up, Glizzy, clip up, fifty Back with bro again (grrt, on God) Took two Ls but we prevail so we for sure to win (on God) Don't get exposed again (exposed again) In front me and my muhfuckin' twin (me and my twin) In front my and my muhfuckin' friends I'm straight out the muhfuckin' trench My hoes, they muhfuckin' tense My thoughts, those motherfuckers bend, bitch Back on the muhfuckin' ends, bitch Bust down Cartier lens, bitch Please watch your mouth when you talkin' You know how we comin', this shit ain't pretend, bitch I keep my gun on my hip when I step I just touched down in L.A. off a jet My nigga Southside just bought a Corvette My hitta just called me in jail, collect He told me to get to the money I been have the power, the power, it came with respect I got respect with this little TEC This little TEC make a big mess I cannot see it when uppin' my heater I used to trap in my low-top Adidas I used to pour up and sip out the liter That's when the block was hot like a fever I used to smoke and chill at Jarrita's I used to get high in the back and just leave us Now I take trips with gang, sell out stages And charge for the occasional feature I had to cut the bitch, I ain't need here I had to hustle that bitch with my niña I had to wipe all that blood off my sneakers I had to bump in that bitch in my beater I had to leave me that bitch 'fore I beat her I had to get in and cut it by Keisha They gotta run from the door when they see us I had to drive to more shows than the D.A Yeah, gang, yeah, chains I had his ex on my neck like a freezer I got a trunk in the back, it's two-seater I got them guns in the back of the Beamer I sold them drugs in the trap with Aaliyah I gotta keep me a mag' in the prenup I'm finna go 'head and run me a B up On God, on God On God