On God lyrics

[Intro : Pwap]
DigitalRamz
Hahaha
(You really did this DigitalRamz)
(Woo!)
On god, on god!
Petty Wap!
Hol' up
On this note, N7's gonna go crazy

[Verse: Pwap & N7]
Big bank roll, and the cookie blunt stuffed
I'mma hit it from the back, felt a n*gga in the gut
N7, Petty Wap, we ain't never gave a f*ck
I'mma get it out the mud, n*ggas runnin' up a muck
When it's talk about drugs, I'mma hit 'em from the bus
Put a bomb on his head, watch a motherf*cker bust
Give a f*ck about a lil n*gga tellin' me who to trust
Catch him lacking with the pack, watch 'em get a b*tch up (On god!)
Did it, we did it
Keep touring the fifties
Put two on the shirt, I ain't work for no pity
Smoking on sticky, she sucking my di*k
And she pull up her shirt so I bust on her titties
n*ggas is iffy, y'all look like some piggies
Catch me 'round them n*ggas, I heard that they snitching
You got a problem, I call up my brothers
Don't call me your brother
Don't call me your brother, you n*ggas is broke
I move like the pope, it's Pwap, the goat
I'm a real ass n*gga, ain't spent a penny on a ho
Need 10 for a show, remember sleeping on the floor
Now I fly to different states, and they give a n*gga dome
Bad lightskin hoe, show her titties front row
Never wolfing on the gang, I remember G-code
Petty-Marshawn Lynch, n*gga goin' beast mode (On god!)
Shoot up the bar, shots got 'em tipsy
Load up the car, hunnid round clippers
She got menage, but the b*tch white, Iggy
Pulling phone calls, get right with you
Pulling phone calls, I'mma get right with you
Slide to a n*gga yard if a n*gga got an issue
I'mma wipe a n*gga nose like the last piece of tissue
I'mma f*ck a n*gga daughter, I'mma slaughter n*gga's princess(Ay)
These bags on the mat, I got cheese in my pockets, drive me to the packs
I ball like the Lakers, my pockets look fatter
You work at McDonalds, your pockets look sadder
These magic my diamonds, my jeweler a dancer
She love smoking backwards and she suck it backwards
I feel like Lil Yachty, you n*ggas is pus*y
I see it, I feel it, I know it, I smell it, you know it
He feel like Lil Yachty, I feel like N7
Put on for my city, but n*ggas still jealous
I bounced a few b*tches, don't answer a question
I blocked a lil b*tch, then I delete the message
I am a real n*gga, need viewer discretion
Never leave my gang, only brothers in my section
I told my little brother I'm a lethal weapon
Now I'm eating good, ain't no need for no stressing (Ay)
Every day pay-day, I got the sauce
Tatted up fat n*gga, with the bread, Rick Ross
Bust down a thot, or bust down the watch
n*ggas claiming that they hard, I [?] now he soft
Bust on her back after I f*ck her raw
(On god, on god, on god, on god!)
He call me somet'in, I f*ck his mom
Got a thick black b*tch, call her Nicki Minaj
Lil biddy bih' don't know how to use manners
This suppressor sound like I opened a Fanta
Her mouth full of di*k, so she look like a hamster
I'm minding my business, she using the camera (On god)
It's Pwap and N7, I'm feeling real selfish
These b*tches be needing and asking, I'm helpless
The pack came in ugly, it just made me welt
Treat him like a cannon, he burning, he melting
I f*cked on his girlfriend, he no happy camper
My baby got booty, it look like a Pamper
This 40 no drum, I only make slappers
I feel like Deontrae, don't feel like no rapper (On god, on god!)
b*tch, I don't feel like no rapper
You are not a shooter, boy, you are a capper
She told me be gentle, Pwap had to slap her
Yes, I run my city, Pwap is the master
(Talk to 'em Petty Wap!)
[Outro: N7]
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