On God lyrics

[Intro: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ooh, ayy

[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
If I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets
Am I high? b*tch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your b*tch good, but my b*tch badder
You shoot fast, but my sh*t faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like sh*t don't matter
See me at home, know it's gon' get quiet, on God, I don't like chatter
I say, "Bro, leave them hoes alone, on God, that b*tch gon' tattle"
If sh*t go left, this b*tch go backwards
Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin'
Say, would I diss a n*gga ticket, oh, on God, I don't need that traction

[Verse 1: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets
Am I high? b*tch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your b*tch good, but my b*tch badder
You shoot fast, but my sh*t faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like sh*t don't matter
Oh, when wе come through, make this b*tch go boom, I done seen n*ggas run thеy fastest
I say, "Shoot," they don't get no passes
Don't say, "Oop," I don't do no passin'
Ayy, send sh*t through, I don't need no address
Ayy, I get loot, I don't kiss no asses
Ayy, my b*tch cute, I don't pay for asses
Ayy, yes, I'm good, thank you for askin'
[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets
Am I high? b*tch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your b*tch good, but my b*tch badder
You shoot fast, but my sh*t faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like sh*t don't matter
See me at home, know it's gon' get quiet, on God, I don't like chatter
I say, "Bro, leave them hoes alone, on God, that b*tch gon' tattle"
If sh*t go left, this b*tch go backwards
Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin'
Say, would I diss a n*gga ticket, oh, on God, I don't need that traction

[Verse 2: Raq Baby]
Yeah, he drop a diss, I'ma drop my lo' right now, on God, I need that action
If he clutchin', it go down in the parking lot, these pistols clappin'
sh*t get wicked, a n*gga gon' die by the parking spot
Load the boy down, knock all his stuff to the dash, bro wonder who the f*ck gon' park 'em now
Treat all the opps like they battery low, wonderin', oh, who gon' spark 'em now?
Racks in the 'Cat, but the 'Cat ain't slow, I got some sh*t that'll hawk 'em down
I can't wait 'til he D-I-E, no NLE, I'ma walk 'em down
Kept sayin' he gon' put me on the floor, now the police gotta chalk him down
I don't be givin' no money out, where they gon' be when I'm all the way down?
sh*t gon' be high, n*gga smokin' your blunt, I'm never bringin' my homie down
If I find me a money move, I'm never leavin' my homie out
They ain't used to f*ck with the kid back then, now everybody claimin' they know me now
[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets
Am I high? b*tch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your b*tch good, but my b*tch badder
You shoot fast, but my sh*t faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like sh*t don't matter
See me at home, know it's gon' get quiet, on God, I don't like chatter
I say, "Bro, leave them hoes alone, on God, that b*tch gon' tattle"
If sh*t go left, this b*tch go backwards
Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin'
Say, would I diss a n*gga ticket, oh, on God, I don't need that traction

[Outro: Raq Baby]
Yeah, free my 6
Shout out my spot
Talkin' 'bout the whole f*ckin' chat
Brrt