Watch it, niggas plotting, why they do you dirty, nigga
Copping profit Oh you popping? We ain't never heard you niggas
Ohhhh you hating, don't mistake it, sit and we observe you niggas
Grow through patience, bet I'll make it, f*ck y'all let me show these niggas
Imma smoke it just because
F*ck the jury, f*ck the judge
Beat the case that shit get slumped
Smoke two blunts no double cup
Give a damn don't give a f*ck
I inhale In God We Trust
Bitch... and f*ck Donald Trump
Yo Momma this, Yo Momma that
Smack, slap, cat, back
Niggas be talking, we doing it often and putting these niggas in backpacks
Countin' these figures and fat stacks
Rerun the money, no Snapchat
If they think we funny no laugh packs
It's clash backs and cash racks
Knew I was youngin', took advantage of me, stole my birthday money, my cousin's were fake
Now niggas envious, it is delirious, chillin' movin' in the cut with the Jakes
Bustin' juugs, it might cut up her face
Stamping it this year we taking his cake
But everything gotta go in it's place
Had to hit em', wouldn't stay in his place
Watch it, niggas plotting, why they do you dirty, nigga
Copping profit Oh you popping? We ain't never heard you niggas
Ohhhh you hating, don't mistake it, sit and we observe you niggas
Grow through patience, bet I'll make it, f*ck y'all let me show these niggas
Imma smoke it just because
F*ck the jury, f*ck the judge
Beat the case that shit get slumped
Smoke two blunts no double cup
Give a damn don't give a f*ck
I inhale In God We Trust
Bitch... and f*ck Donald Trump
Late
New chinchilla for the winter
Born simba, a scar tissue in the blister, cake
Beat the beat til' you feel us. wait
Team Extreme will deem a twist of fate
I can not rock with you niggas
If money not's mission or dreams are not bigger
You want it go get it, go get out your feelings
Been preaching this hope, pray to god that they listen
Lonzo Big Baller, I'm balling
Been toking that whatchamacallit
So much swag drippin' it came from the faucet
Uh, wanna book, gotta drop a deposit
Saucing, killed the outfit need a coffin
S/O to Stizz up in Boston
I love my fans cuz they awesome
Mmmm hmmmm
Kent Washington - In God We Trust (feat. Aux Dior) Lyrics
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Watch it, niggas plotting, why they do you dirty, nigga
Copping profit Oh you popping? We ain't never heard you niggas
Ohhhh you hating, don't mistake it, sit and we observe you niggas
Grow through patience, bet I'll make it, f*ck y'all let me show these niggas
Imma smoke it just because
F*ck the jury, f*ck the judge
Beat the case that shit get slumped
Smoke two blunts no double cup
Give a damn don't give a f*ck
I inhale In God We Trust
Bitch... and f*ck Donald Trump
Yo Momma this, Yo Momma that
Smack, slap, cat, back
Niggas be talking, we doing it often and putting these niggas in backpacks
Countin' these figures and fat stacks
Rerun the money, no Snapchat
If they think we funny no laugh packs
It's clash backs and cash racks
Knew I was youngin', took advantage of me, stole my birthday money, my cousin's were fake
Now niggas envious, it is delirious, chillin' movin' in the cut with the Jakes
Bustin' juugs, it might cut up her face
Stamping it this year we taking his cake
But everything gotta go in it's place
Had to hit em', wouldn't stay in his place
Watch it, niggas plotting, why they do you dirty, nigga
Copping profit Oh you popping? We ain't never heard you niggas
Ohhhh you hating, don't mistake it, sit and we observe you niggas
Grow through patience, bet I'll make it, f*ck y'all let me show these niggas
Imma smoke it just because
F*ck the jury, f*ck the judge
Beat the case that shit get slumped
Smoke two blunts no double cup
Give a damn don't give a f*ck
I inhale In God We Trust
Bitch... and f*ck Donald Trump
Late
New chinchilla for the winter
Born simba, a scar tissue in the blister, cake
Beat the beat til' you feel us. wait
Team Extreme will deem a twist of fate
I can not rock with you niggas
If money not's mission or dreams are not bigger
You want it go get it, go get out your feelings
Been preaching this hope, pray to god that they listen
Lonzo Big Baller, I'm balling
Been toking that whatchamacallit
So much swag drippin' it came from the faucet
Uh, wanna book, gotta drop a deposit
Saucing, killed the outfit need a coffin
S/O to Stizz up in Boston
I love my fans cuz they awesome
Mmmm hmmmm
Copping profit Oh you popping? We ain't never heard you niggas
Ohhhh you hating, don't mistake it, sit and we observe you niggas
Grow through patience, bet I'll make it, f*ck y'all let me show these niggas
Imma smoke it just because
F*ck the jury, f*ck the judge
Beat the case that shit get slumped
Smoke two blunts no double cup
Give a damn don't give a f*ck
I inhale In God We Trust
Bitch... and f*ck Donald Trump
Yo Momma this, Yo Momma that
Smack, slap, cat, back
Niggas be talking, we doing it often and putting these niggas in backpacks
Countin' these figures and fat stacks
Rerun the money, no Snapchat
If they think we funny no laugh packs
It's clash backs and cash racks
Knew I was youngin', took advantage of me, stole my birthday money, my cousin's were fake
Now niggas envious, it is delirious, chillin' movin' in the cut with the Jakes
Bustin' juugs, it might cut up her face
Stamping it this year we taking his cake
But everything gotta go in it's place
Had to hit em', wouldn't stay in his place
Watch it, niggas plotting, why they do you dirty, nigga
Copping profit Oh you popping? We ain't never heard you niggas
Ohhhh you hating, don't mistake it, sit and we observe you niggas
Grow through patience, bet I'll make it, f*ck y'all let me show these niggas
Imma smoke it just because
F*ck the jury, f*ck the judge
Beat the case that shit get slumped
Smoke two blunts no double cup
Give a damn don't give a f*ck
I inhale In God We Trust
Bitch... and f*ck Donald Trump
Late
New chinchilla for the winter
Born simba, a scar tissue in the blister, cake
Beat the beat til' you feel us. wait
Team Extreme will deem a twist of fate
I can not rock with you niggas
If money not's mission or dreams are not bigger
You want it go get it, go get out your feelings
Been preaching this hope, pray to god that they listen
Lonzo Big Baller, I'm balling
Been toking that whatchamacallit
So much swag drippin' it came from the faucet
Uh, wanna book, gotta drop a deposit
Saucing, killed the outfit need a coffin
S/O to Stizz up in Boston
I love my fans cuz they awesome
Mmmm hmmmm
Writer: Isreal Brown, Kent Washington, III
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid