On God

Oh, ay If I get the ball, then I ain't passin' Lil' six come through scorin' baskets Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'? Ay, yo' 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 hos 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 Ay, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin' Lil' six come through scorin' baskets Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'? Ay, 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 we come through, make this bitch go boom, I done seen niggas run they fastest I say, "Shoot," they don't get no passes, don't say, "Oop," I don't do no passin' Ay, send shit through, I don't need no address, ay, I get loot, I don't kiss no asses Ay, my bitch cute, I don't pay for asses, ay, yes, I'm good, thank you for askin' Ay, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin' Lil' six come through scorin' baskets Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'? Ay, 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 hos 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 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 parkin' lot, these pistols clappin' Shit get wicked, a nigga gon' die by the parkin' 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 e'rybody claimin' they know me now Ay, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin' Lil' six come through scorin' baskets Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'? Ay, 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 hos 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 Yeah, free my six, shout out my spot Talmbout whole fuckin' chat (I can feel it in the air) brrt (I can feel it in the air)