On Gawd
Ohh, ohh, ohh
On God, I would peel at your potato
16 cookin', niggas feel like Bobby Flay, tho'
Yeah, I'm a fool, but I hardly ever play tho', yeah
Know you mad, your bitch probably smell like Play-Doh, yeah
On God, on a mission for the pesos (cheddar, yeah)
Think about it every single time I wake up (hey)
Got off my ass, know I gotta bake a cake up
Hey I need a bag, know I got some shit to pay for, yeah
On God, I been on a different way up
Niggas floatin', I been in a different space, yeah
Hey, I been the one, I was rapping tenth grade
And my momma told me that I had to make a way
On God, all you niggas corny
Yeah we know you lie, you not with The Homies
Just like watching paint dry, most you niggas bore me, aye
If I don't like the shit, might catch you niggas snoring, yeah, yeah
Despite these fucking high fees
Shine my light beam, brightly
Say I'm handsome, bitch I might be
I be fucking vibing, yeah I'm vibing
I be fucking vibing, yeah I'm vibing
And I put that on god, yeah
And I put that on god, yeah
And I put that on god, yeah
On God, aye, sometimes when I wake up
Pray to God that He help me get my cake up
In my bro whip, trying to scoop a paystub
On the low, making hits to get my rate up
Aye, that's on God, this way I can't fuck with fakers
Say they cool, then they wanna stick they face up
You just a bum looking for a quicker way up
Did you know your woman crush is on her way up
Aye, that's on God, I don't think you niggas safe, yeah
Just around one and they send one through your face, yeah
When I was young picked a school feel might have saved ya
Just know that hey gon' have my back, won't leave no trace, yeah
On God, most you niggas phony
Say you one of mine, but you not The Homies
It's like watching paint dry, most you niggas bore me
Aye, if I don't like your shit bro, me and Quiiso snoring
Despite these fucking hypies
Shine my light beam, brightly
Say I'm handsome, bitch I might be
I be fucking vibing, yeah I'm vibing
I be fucking vibing, yeah I'm vibing
And I put that on god, yeah
And I put that on god, yeah
And I put that on god, yeah
On God, I would peel at your potato
16 cookin', niggas feel like Bobby Flay, tho'
Yeah, I'm a fool, but I hardly ever play tho', yeah
Know you mad, your bitch probably smell like Play-Doh, yeah
On God, on a mission for the pesos (cheddar, yeah)
Think about it every single time I wake up (hey)
Got off my ass, know I gotta bake a cake up
Hey I need a bag, know I got some shit to pay for, yeah
On God, I been on a different way up
Niggas floatin', I been in a different space, yeah
Hey, I been the one, I was rapping tenth grade
And my momma told me that I had to make a way
On God, all you niggas corny
Yeah we know you lie, you not with The Homies
Just like watching paint dry, most you niggas bore me, aye
If I don't like the shit, might catch you niggas snoring, yeah, yeah
Despite these fucking high fees
Shine my light beam, brightly
Say I'm handsome, bitch I might be
I be fucking vibing, yeah I'm vibing
I be fucking vibing, yeah I'm vibing
And I put that on god, yeah
And I put that on god, yeah
And I put that on god, yeah
On God, aye, sometimes when I wake up
Pray to God that He help me get my cake up
In my bro whip, trying to scoop a paystub
On the low, making hits to get my rate up
Aye, that's on God, this way I can't fuck with fakers
Say they cool, then they wanna stick they face up
You just a bum looking for a quicker way up
Did you know your woman crush is on her way up
Aye, that's on God, I don't think you niggas safe, yeah
Just around one and they send one through your face, yeah
When I was young picked a school feel might have saved ya
Just know that hey gon' have my back, won't leave no trace, yeah
On God, most you niggas phony
Say you one of mine, but you not The Homies
It's like watching paint dry, most you niggas bore me
Aye, if I don't like your shit bro, me and Quiiso snoring
Despite these fucking hypies
Shine my light beam, brightly
Say I'm handsome, bitch I might be
I be fucking vibing, yeah I'm vibing
I be fucking vibing, yeah I'm vibing
And I put that on god, yeah
And I put that on god, yeah
And I put that on god, yeah
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Writer(s): Dawoyne Entre Lawson, Marquis Rashad Driver
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