笨小笨On God (feat. Gucci Mane & Cootie) (Explicit)歌词由BiC Fizzle&Gucci Mane&Cootie演唱，出自专辑《So Icy Boyz 22 (Explicit)》，下面是《On God (feat. Gucci Mane & Cootie) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
On God (feat. Gucci Mane & Cootie) (Explicit)歌词完整版
On God (feat. Gucci Mane & Cootie) (Explicit) - BiC Fizzle/Gucci Mane/Cootie
Lyrics by：Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Jeremiah Northern/Radric Davis/Randarius Caruthers
Tay Keith **** these n***as up
Ha
Fizzle go
Za my body don't 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
Huh
1017 I'm with Wop and them boys
Fizzle a minor but far from the boards
Still in the hood goin' fast in them tours
Straight out the woods hear that **** in my voice
Ew
Step in step out one feet in the industry one in the trap
Backside stretchin' I'm doggin' her out
Teach you a lesson that's just like the math
Calculate pound after pound after pound
Re-up I get 'em gone outta town
Feet up step on a n***a 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 fraud
Glock 43 front seat when I ride
Lean to the side after robbin' I slide
D**n
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 n***as 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'
Old girl thick as my drink
Let her come chill in the trap with the d**e man
Tell the lil' n***a Don't play with me
N***a I'm the boss you the ************* doorman
Wow
Know I got drip like a sink
***** I'm with Guwop I might just go buy me a mink
N***a I don't cap I trap
Before the deal I had that ice on my link
Put this **** all in my mouth
So Icy my grill n***a might freeze up the drink
N***a reach for it he'll die
***** I'm a soldier I should go buy me a tank
Move like a top boy yeah a real trap n***a
Move on your block make it real real hot
Grinnin' 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
N***a might pull up to the spot with a bust down pot
Go on God
Gucci Mane the real La Flare and we do real big business here
Huh
I turn men to millionaires leave with two gold souvenirs
Bling
Coke all in my fingernails all white like some new veneers
White
I trapped out my younger years my mama shed so many tears
Mama
He done took too many pills he don't even know how to feel
Huh
Try to meme us don't wanna live brains all on the steering wheel
Yuck
Guwop I'm a valley boy
Wop
But not from that Cali though
Cali
Bouldercrest my addy ho
'Crest
This **** just like DeKali' oh
Kali' oh
N***as never play with me with all them ******* local jokes
Local
My plug don't even speak no English ***** this ain't no local d**e
No
Got the type of millions make your kinfolk start trippin'
Trippin'
The way this money flippin' got my shooters ridin' Bentleys
On God
