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? Bitch, what is you askin'? Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder You shoot fast, but my shit faster Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like shit 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 bitch gon' tattle" If shit go left, this bitch go backwards Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin' Say, would I diss a nigga 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? Bitch, what is you askin'? Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder You shoot fast, but my shit faster Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like shit don't matter Oh, when wе come through, make this bitch go boom, I done seen niggas run thеy fastest I say, "Shoot," they don't get no passes Don't say, "Oop," I don't do no passin' Ayy, send shit through, I don't need no address Ayy, I get loot, I don't kiss no asses Ayy, my bitch 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? Bitch, what is you askin'? Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder You shoot fast, but my shit faster Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like shit 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 bitch gon' tattle" If shit go left, this bitch go backwards Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin' Say, would I diss a nigga 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' Shit get wicked, a nigga gon' die by the parking spot Load the boy down, knock all his stuff to the dash, bro wonder who the fuck 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 shit 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? Shit gon' be high, nigga 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 fuck 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? Bitch, what is you askin'? Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder You shoot fast, but my shit faster Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like shit 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 bitch gon' tattle" If shit go left, this bitch go backwards Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin' Say, would I diss a nigga 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 fuckin' chat Brrt