ON GOD (feat. Young Thug)

DY Krazy

Uh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Brand new Chanels

Don't look at the tag, baby

I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby

I drive in the Jag crazy

I crash that bitch daily

Had to upgrade to a Mercedes, aye

I made a bag, baby

I made a bag, baby

I made a bag, baby

I made a bag, baby

I'm in my bag

I drive it real fast, baby

Mercedes Benz

I'm in my bag, baby

I'm in first class, baby

You in last, baby

I'm a 90's baby

But I cook that shit from the '80s

Hardtop Mercedes

I'm ridin' in a drop Mercedes

Fuck all your opps, don't save 'em

Just let the AK rearrange ya

Fuck on a opp ****'s bitch on the daily

Ball on a bitch, Tracy McGrady

Throw B's up for the brazy

I put the K in crazy

I'm with No Limit, that's on the daily

That choppa turn ya like pages, uh

Headshot leave your face lookin' crazy, uh

Did I say cray? I meant brazy, uh

I got four pockets with lettuce

We 'bout to show 'em who the best is

I need an ambulance up in the nosebleed

I designed her lil' body, she a trophy

And she do what the Simon say

I'm 'bout to buy her the All-State

I'ma fill up this bitch with some more shit

Whatever, bitch, she a Barbie

Brand new Chanels

Don't look at the tag, baby

I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby

I drive in the Jag crazy

I crash that bitch daily

Had to upgrade to a Mercedes, aye

I made a bag, baby

I made a bag, baby

I made a bag, baby

I made a bag, baby

I'm in my bag

I drive it real fast, baby

Mercedes Benz

I'm in my bag, baby

I'm not God, baby

I don't forgive, baby

My **** in your crib, baby

They go real brazy

I'ma pull up in the latest

Matte black, you know that I painted it

New millennium, totin' the stainless

Got a red beam for long ranges, yeah

I got savage ways

I got baddie babes

I got me the swings

All I'm bringin' in

Yeah (Uh)

The way that you lied to me is too fugazi

No magazine shells fade away, uh

I'm in Japan with an Asian persuasion

Bitches from the Himalayas bringin' me bacon

Gucci robes like masons, fuck her in a Bathing Ape apron

My bitch foreign, I don't know where she from, I ain't tryna be racist

I don't fuck with ****, I'm racist, uh

Get my dick sucked by a soul taker, uh

I told her I just want the top, your clothes, don't even take it off

I'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' off

I'm fast and furious on you hoes

Unlike you broke-ass ****, I actually achieve my goals

I'm 'bout to ride, I'll add her name in my tats

I'm too good up to ever disguise, I get fed up after runnin' 'round, yeah

I gotta try it, I done pulled her panties to the side

Got four closets for my child, I got even more for my wife

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, that's on God

That's on God (DY Krazy)

Yeah, yeah

That's on God (DY Krazy)

Yeah, yeah

That's on God, that's on God

That's on God, that's on God, that's on

Brand new Chanels

Don't look at the tag, baby

I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby

I drive in the Jag crazy

I crash that bitch daily

Had to upgrade to a Mercedes, aye

I made a bag, baby

I made a bag, baby

I made a bag, baby

I made a bag, baby

I'm in my bag

I drive it real fast, baby

Mercedes Benz

I'm in my bag, baby