Three5ive - On God Lyrics

Put this on God
No I can not trust him with my life, I keep this rod
I done, let them boys have they lil fun, I'm back outside
You can't say you wiped a nose if ain't nobody died
Brodie started popping percocets, they make him feel alive
My lil bro don't play no games, so we call that boy Kawhi
Everybody f*cking gangstas, pull up on them, they act shy
Wanna see a nigga cry, put him in a S-K-Y
Might not ever give a f*ck, so lil baby just don't lie
B-I-G, baby im the biggest
Tryna sex on me, I told her I'm not with it
I'ma take that head instead, I heard you the littest
I don't call it motion, I got ocean in the bitty
Baby I'm important, if it ain't no Wockiana
I'ma grab some Morton
If he wanna play with this lil life, it'll get shortened
Call my phone nagging me and shit, baby I ignore it
Bro gon' pass the play, every time, he know I'ma score it
On God, on God
Put this shit on God, oh my God, oh my God
On God, on God
Put this shit on God, oh my God, oh my God
On God, on God
Put this shit on God, oh my God, oh my God
On God, on God
Put this shit on God, oh my God, oh my God
Huh, Y-E-S, please
Bitch done brought her best friend, I swear they both done blessed me
Helped em, make the right decision, turned around and left me
Out in traffic, sliding around the six, bitch this a red key
Yo bitch harassin me, that lil boy ain't passing me
The way this bitch be running, I think she an athlete
Run up on him, take his chain, okay, Michael Crabtree
You can't sit behind me, nigga, you might try to stab me
Yea yea