Kutty Chris BanGa - ON GOD Lyrics

Yall better stop the shit
Yall cant stop me bitch
Showing my ass
Like tell me how am I not the shit
They make deposits and
Im just profiting
I want a property on sands
Where there the islands is
Niggas is hating
But they still on me
Tryna give dap
I think all that shit is corny
I told my shawty
These bitches bore me
She think Im on em
Im tryna get em off me
F*ck is they talkin bout
Homie Im on it
High in my life
I wake up drunk in the morning
I have her stretched out
Honey Im yawning
F*ck Ima stress bout
Honey Im touring
Look at my team now
Everyone all in
I think Im hot shit
Its cause im foreign
Homie Im zoed out
Im going all out
If they gone talk
I give em something to talk bout
Homie I
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea homie I
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea homie
Im from the block where
Everything blaka
Buss up a opp n go hop in a tonka
Everything bonkers
I just wanna prosper
Life is real
This real made me monster
Stages get bussed down
They on the bus now
Everyone feel me
Everything raw now
Im next to blow now
Everyone know now
They use to doubt the kid
I make em sure now
Homie I
Yea yea yea
Ima bring it home
Yea yea yea
Going for the throne
Yea yea yea
Here to f*ck shit up n f*ck it long
Yea yea yea
Aww yea
Every year gone be my year
I be on the gram screaming son Im ouchtea
Just a nigga on the rise
Cross my heart in hopes to
Homie I
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea homie I
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea homie I
Run It