Big Yavo - On God

Lets go (Im the hardest young nigga)
My whole team gunna ride
(This just how I feel) aye, on god
(Nd' all you wanna get offended, Lets go)
This ain't no cap,  ain't no facade

Fuck the meet in the crib
Never said I was the hardest
Stop comparin' me to rap niggas
Bitch imma artist
Know some niggas in the feds
Can't even finish what they started
Keep my mop like uh janitor
The shit like the target
By my fam life, feuds step good, still harden
Havin' and Drank like dodge, imma target
Havin' birds got fell, cuz I fly, im the
And if she don't ask for shit imma on gang
Bitches on my dick back then
I ain't write back
Bitch im the shit, where the wipes at, aye
They ain't about the shit that they talk
They just type that
Caught uh opp, slapped his hat
He ain't fight back, aye
Sipped a good drank, big cup shit, gon' lean
Stay with my stick, never lonely, aye
I catch a opp
Touch him up like uh phone screen
I fuck yo bitch with my homies, gang

Ain't you on average shit?
Take home a shopping spree, ion
Play game, no Monopoly, aye
Young black kid, but I still sell white shit
Ride with my dog like Mic Vick, aye
Aye I ride with my Glock like my license
I get the pack, beat it up, Mike Tyson, aye
Im the One, number two like Lonzo
I keep a 9 like race round Rondo

They can't be around gun, they felonies
They got a thick white bitch named Melony
Nd' her daddy the plug, nd' he mailin' it
I'm with the bro on the grounds
Im sellin' it
I ain't got no opps, they irrelevent
Aye if I do they dead, im in
She give me good brain, bitch she intelligent
Too much bread brain, too much jealousy aye
Too much bread brain, too much hatred
Nd' her homeland wood like the Patriots
Throwin' bullets
Bet they die like the Matrix
More bullets, more guns, like trace it, aye
Im in the alley
Catch a play like my first name
Great theres a opp, nd' he dead, wasted
(Gang)
Aye, walk on my sprinter, bitch look like uh
Gun stoke, chopper keep shit ty quon do
On gang

Ain't you on average shit?
Take home a shopping spree, ion
Play game, no Monopoly, aye
Young black kid, but I still sell white shit
Ride with my dog like Mic Vick, aye
Aye I ride with my Glock like my license
I get the pack, beat it up, Mike Tyson, aye
Im the One, number two like Lonzo
I keep a 9 like race round Rondo

(On gang, I really do this shit, lets go)
(Im prolly, in the booth with yo hoe on gang)
(Do it, Skirt, skirt)

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