Letra de On God - Hurricane Wisdom

(Feat. Raq Baby)

Ooh, ayy

If I get the ball, then I ain't passin'

Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets

Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?

Ayy, 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 hoes 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

Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'

Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets

Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?

Ayy, 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'

Ayy, send shit through, I don't need no address

Ayy, I get loot, I don't kiss no asses

Ayy, my bitch cute, I don't pay for asses

Ayy, yes, I'm good, thank you for askin'

Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'

Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets

Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?

Ayy, 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 hoes 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 parking lot, these pistols clappin'

Shit get wicked, a nigga gon' die by the parking 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 everybody claimin' they know me now

Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'

Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets

Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?

Ayy, 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 hoes 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 6

Shout out my spot

Talkin' 'bout the whole fuckin' chat

Brrt

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