On God (feat. Gucci Mane & Cootie) - Instrumental

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (ha)

(Fizzle, go)

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 shit 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 nigga, 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 of 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 niggas 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 dope man

Tell the lil' nigga, "Don't play with me"

Nigga, I'm a boss, you the motherfuckin' doorman

Know I got drip like a sink

Bitch, I'm with Guwop, I might just go buy me a mink

Nigga, I don't cap, I trap

Before the deal, I had that ice on my link

Put this shit all in my mouth

So Icy my grill, nigga might freeze up the drink

Nigga reach for it, he'll die

Bitch, I'm a soldier, I should go buy me a tank

Move like a top boy, you ain't a real trap nigga

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, nigga might pull up to the spot with a bust down pot (go)

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 shit just like Dekalio

Niggas never play with me with all them fuckin' local jokes

My plug don't even speak no English, bitch, this ain't no local dope

Got the type of millions, make your kinfolk start trippin'

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

(On God)