God's Witness Lyrics - Trap God 2 - Gucci Mane

(Verse) 

Born legendary on the 12th of February 

Big fat rich nigga, call me frigerator Perry 

If I piss on your head then call it rain, do you believe it? 

And the girls are freakin, I'mma lick it, I can't keep a secret 

40 thou, chillin out, all of my pasta be the mattress 

Look at me now, iced out, damn, I can fuckin aks 

40 thou fo a brick, now and let's not even tax it 

Turn my spot, to a lean house, all I drink is actin this 

And I ain't even gotta flex to you bitch, I'm rich 

Got the whole wide world shorty on my dick 

Go tell yo hot mouth ho she can suck my dick 

I blow my nose with money ho, I'm snot nose rich 

60's on my charges so I'm dodging potholes ho 

Yo nigga lost cuz he got on that Mavada watch 

And spill the sauce, bitch it ain't a car that I ain't got 

Yo nigga lost it but Gucci bout to lose his top 

She found it sexy that every problem I gotta address it 

These niggas flexin, I pistol whip the boy the boy that bring the message 

Police interrogate, layin fuckin shit, am I arrested? 

They not gon let me go cuz bitch I got a show in Texas 

Black nigga but I gotta stand like I'm Mexican 

And hit yo next to kin if I don't have my Benjamins 

Pop 2 mollies and it boosted my adrenaline 

And yo baby momma say my nuts taste like cinnamon 

Related 

Can You Guess The Song By The Emojis? 

POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott 'HIGHEST IN THE ROOM' - LYRICS 

NEW SONG: DaBaby - 'Vibez' - LYRICS 

(Hook) 

I pull up in the Bentley and I get they out the business 

Tack the trailer follow me, just nigga come and get it 

Nigga you know all the cash I made on my 20 

God can be my witness, I'm a real trap nigga 

Pull up in the Bentley and I get they out the business 

I'm servin by myself cuz I don't need no co-defendant 

Head count the money lost, counted 5-60 

Cartel wanna clip me cuz I intercept the shipment 

(Verse) 

I've been sendin those since a lil boy, I ain't have no trust 

2 man operation but I ain't have no voice 

I ain't have no Rolls Royce and I ain't have no Porsche 

But if you steppin me out for these ones then yo ass gon get dropped son 

Apologize to yo granddaddy cuz I beat up yo grandson 

I've been jumpin out of that band boy cuz I owe cash to the landlord 

Say I whip the nigga with a pool stick, man Gucci Mane is no poor short 

All this down to center, my chairs baby 

They turned me into a cold heart 

You can jump in front of these bullies and act like you a Braveheart 

Quick ticket to the graveyard, playin hard but you faint heart 

You with the one, bust the great boys, my kidnappers rape boys 

No discrete sensei boys, suggest you open that safe boy 

You're on me since the 3rd nigga and you don't know it's the 8 months 

Like how yo blood taste boy, cuz you lyin to me in my face boy 

Your dad say you're a disgrace, mistakin the first place 

Glock 40 on my waist, and I took the pistol on the first date 

(Hook x2) 

I pull up in the Bentley and I get they out the business 

Tack the trailer follow me, just nigga come and get it 

Nigga you know all the cash I made on my 20 

God can be my witness, I'm a real trap nigga 

Pull up in the Bentley and I get they out the business 

I'm servin by myself cuz I don't need no co-defendant 

Head count the money lost, counted 5-60 

Cartel wanna clip me cuz I intercept the shipment