On God(feat. Gucci Mane & Cootie)

Gucci Mane：

Tay Keith f**k these n***as up

Ha

Fizzle go

BiC fizzle：

Designer my body on focus

Really been runnin' up commas you notice

Right on the block where I'm posted

How he a trapper play sports and a poet

1017 I'm with Wop and them boys

Fizzle'll mind it but far from the boards

Still in the hood goin' fast in them tours

Straight out the woods hear that s**t in my voice

Step in step out one feet in the industry one in the trap

Backside I'm stretchin' I'm doggin' her out

Teach you a lesson that just like the math

Calculate pound after pound after pound

Re up I get 'em gone outta town

Feet up step on a n***a he frown

So Icy fizzle the talk of the town

On God I'm from the bottom I beat all the odds

I watched scammers get rich off fraud

Glock 43 front seat when I ride

Lean to the side after robbin' I slide

Straight out the jungle that youngin survived

That hunger and hustle it's stuck in his eyes

Switch on the blick now it rapidly firin'

Claimin' they step but n***as be lyin' on God

Feelin' like the man when I step in

Ridin' in the Trackhawk you know I keep the FN

Ice all over my neck

Make you wanna find which car had a wreckin'

Ol' girl thick as my drink

Let her come chill in the trap with the d**e man

Tell the lil' n***a Don't play with me

N***a I'm the boss you the motherf**kin' doorman

Know I got drip like a sink

B***h I'm with Guwop I might just go buy me a mink

N***a I don't cap I trap

Before the deal I had that ice on my link

Put this s**t all in my mouth

So Icy my grill n***a might freeze up the drink

N***a reach for it he'll die

B***h I'm a soldier I should go buy me a tank

Move like a top boy you ain't a real trap n***a

Move on your block make it real real hot

Granny like Boy what's wrong with that phone

Gotta turn the ringer off 'cause it never ever stop

Know I make the hotline bling

Bust down Cartier know I had to freeze up the watch

MVP of the trap n***a might pull up to the spot with a bust down pot

Go

Gucci Mane：

Gucci Mane the real La flare and we do real big business here

I turn men to millionaires leave with two gold souvenirs

Coke all in my fingernails all white like some Nouveau nails

I trapped out my younger years my mama shed so many tears

Eatin' two too many pills he don't even know how to feel

Try to meme us don't wanna live brains all on the steering wheel

Guwop I'm a valley boy but not from that Cali though

Bouldercrest my addy ho this s**t just like Dekalio

N***as never play with me with all them f**kin' local jokes

My plug don't even speak no English b***h this ain't no local d**e

Got the type of millions make your kinfolk start trippin'

The way this money flippin' got my shooters ridin' Bentleys

BiC fizzle：

On God