On God

Aye man say man Told you it was new sauce in the way man Mr dripster himself you dig what I’m saying yessir Tired of fucking on that bitch get yo hoe back know that I just chase the paper f*ck a hoe I can’t go back we set it on fye nigga cap in his he a lie And I got yo bitch fucking on god They just fucking with me they want piece of the pie No way I just more cake Dripping all this sauce got me walking round like ouii who me Now she wanna do me she giving up that coochi kicking shit like jet lee I really do this shit nigga nobody can check me She gonna throw that ass Cuhz a nigga getting paid She coming with me and I swear she getting slayed I can’t f*ck with you Cuhz these niggas they be fake Don’t come around when a nigga really straight Niggas be acting and I swear I do not play Fucked up if I missed these shots then I swear to god you lucked up Im’a drop the top then you know I got my bag up back up I ain’t got no time for a pussy nigga to act up I can’t do it gottah pick yo own fucking slack up It’s cracking walk the strip and I’m macking Yea I keep it on me you want catch me lacking packing F*ck with me this shit gone get tragic laughing I’m on the grind and you pussy niggas done had it They gonna hate when I’m up on god If it’s up then it’s stuck on god Yo bitch cooling with me on god Through it all ima g on god no They can’t f*ck with me on god They gonna hate when I’m up on god If it’s up then it’s stuck on god Yo bitch cooling with me on god Through it all ima g on god no They can’t f*ck with me on god