N7 & Pwap – On God lyrics

[Intro: Pwap]
Digitalramz
Hahaha
(You really did this Digitalramz)
(Woo!)
On god, on god!
Petty Wap!
Hol' up
On this note, N7's gonna go crazy

[Verse: Pwap and N7]
Big bank roll, and the cookie blunt stuffed
I'mma hit it from the back, felt a nigga in the gut
N7, Petty Wap, we ain't never gave a fuck
I'mma get it out the mud, niggas runnin' up a muck
When it's talk about drugs, I'mma hit 'em from the bus
Put a bomb on his head, watch a motherfucker bust
Give a fuck about a lil nigga tellin' me who to trust
Catch him lacking with the pack, watch 'em get a bitch up (On god!)
Did it, we did it
Keep touring the fifties
Put two on the shirt, I ain't work for no pity
Smoking on sticky, she sucking my dick
And she pull up her shirt so I bust on her titties
Niggas is iffy, y'all look like some piggies
Catch me 'round them niggas, I heard that they snitching
You got a problem, I call up my brothers
Don't call me your brother
Don't call me your brother, you niggas is broke
I move like the pope, it's Pwap, the goat
I'm a real ass nigga, ain't spent a penny on a ho
Need 10 for a show, remember sleeping on the floor
Now I fly to different states, and they give a nigga dome
Bad lightskin hoe, show her titties front row
Never wolfing on the gang, I remember G-code
Petty-Marshawn Lynch, nigga goin' beast mode (On god!)
Shoot up the bar, shots got 'em tipsy
Load up the car, hunnid round clippers
She got menage, but the bitch white, Iggy
Pulling phone calls, get right with you
Pulling phone calls, I'mma get right with you
Slide to a nigga yard if a nigga got an issue
I'mma wipe a nigga nose like the last piece of tissue
I'mma fuck a nigga daughter, I'mma slaughter nigga's princess(Ay)
These bags on the mat, I got cheese in my pockets, drive me to the packs
I ball like the Lakers, my pockets look fatter
You work at Mcdonalds, your pockets look sadder
These magic my diamonds, my jeweler a dancer
She love smoking backwards and she suck it backwards
I feel like Lil Yachty, you niggas is pussy
I see it, I feel it, I know it, I smell it, you know it
He feel like Lil Yachty, I feel like N7
Put on for my city, but niggas still jealous
I bounced a few bitches, don't answer a question
I blocked a lil bitch, then I delete the message
I am a real nigga, need viewer discretion
Never leave my gang, only brothers in my section
I told my little brother I'm a lethal weapon
Now I'm eating good, ain't no need for no stressing (Ay)
Every day pay-day, I got the sauce
Tatted up fat nigga, with the bread, Rick Ross
Bust down a thot, or bust down the watch
Niggas claiming that they hard, I [?] now he soft
Bust on her back after I fuck her raw
(On god, on god, on god, on god!)
He call me somet'in, I fuck his mom
Got a thick black bitch, call her Nicki Minaj
Lil biddy bih' don't know how to use manners
This suppressor sound like I opened a Fanta
Her mouth full of dick, so she look like a hamster
I'm minding my business, she using the camera (On god)
It's Pwap and N7, I'm feeling real selfish
These bitches be needing and asking, I'm helpless
The pack came in ugly, it just made me welt
Treat him like a cannon, he burning, he melting
I fucked on his girlfriend, he no happy camper
My baby got booty, it look like a Pamper
This 40 no drum, I only make slappers
I feel like Deontrae, don't feel like no rapper (On god, on god!)
Bitch, I don't feel like no rapper
You are not a shooter, boy, you are a capper
She told me be gentle, Pwap had to slap her
Yes, I run my city, Pwap is the master
(Talk to 'em Petty Wap!)

[Outro: N7]
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