Gucci Mane - On God Lyrics

Wop
808 Mafia
Southside and East Side
Gucci (We an army)

They call me pea coat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa)
Gucci Mane home balling while your bank account falling (damn)
Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God)
For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and fight Floyd (whoa, whoa)
Why these rappers dick riding so hard? (Huh?)
I ain't never backing down, on God (on God)
Fresh out the mesh, that's three mil' and no call
I'm 'bout to go and buy a jet, that's on God (that's on God)
From East Atlanta, I can turn soft into hard, on God
That big advance check, I ain't even cash that yet, that's on God
Where I grew up, all we did sell dope and rob, we on God
In the feds I didn't have no one but God, on God
Running out of space in my garage so I'm thinking 'bout (whoa)
Building another mansion out of town, am I crazy? (Go)
All these dead white men in my safe, I'm feeling racist
Running out of space in all my safe, I need some spaces
I asked Todd where he find me and Big Cat where he sign me (cat)
Speaker phone on with the plug, I'm whipping up a nine piece (skrt)
Fevzi made my jewelry
I'm standing next to QCP
I'm feeling like they watching me
I think they wanna rob me
Haters looking envious, I'm looking at they faces (fuck 'em)
I keep copping money, copping jets, and going places
Think I'm getting good 'cause I'm peeping nationalities
My bitch changed her wig then she switched her personality (wop)

Protect yourself at all times, that's on God (God)
I don't do songs with my opps, that's on God (fuck 'em)
I don't shake hand with my opps, that's on God (pussy)
Spit in your face 'cause 1017, bitch, we a mob (wop)
Protect yourself at all times, that's on God
I don't do songs with my opps, that's on God (no)
I don't shake hand with my opps, that's on God (they pussy)
Spit in your face 'cause 1017, bitch, we a mob

DY Krazy
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