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Religious (feat. Deverano, Lil Naro & Goji) Video (MV)






Sol Jay - Religious (feat. Deverano, Lil Naro & Goji) Lyrics




Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just got the pack, yeah
I just, I just got the pack, yeah

I just got the pack so I'ma f*ck around and flip it
I just met a fan and she gon' f*ck me for a picture
I need all you boys to stay the f*ck out of my business
Point that chopper to his face and watch him get religious, oh yeah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Allah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Buddha
Don't worry, you just hope you close to God, yeah
So dirty, you about to know my shooters

See, I got a wrist and I make it glisten
She wanna f*ck me, yeah
Two crucifixes 'cause I'm a Christian
But a lil' rusty, yeah
He crossed the line and now the reaper coming, yeah
There really ain't no point in running, yeah
It get risky so don't get too close
They really wanna get me gone
You dissing, oh just let me know
I'ma get you blown

Semi-god, check the name
That's that summer baby
Jesus Cristo, bless my game
Watch me on the daily
Estoy loco por dinero
Basically I'm crazy
Que se jode if you ain't 'bout it
Don't act like you made me (No)
I done paid my dues and tolls
What you really about?
I ain't have to sell my soul
Just to get the clout
All my niggas really grown
You ain't even count
Want me headlining your shows?
That's a big amount
Half a Xan, I can feel the nimbus under me
Copped a bag, scooping Raja cuz he roll with me
Wow, they mad but they pussy tryna come for me
Paid admission to the game, f*ck your cover fee, yeah

I just got the pack so I'ma f*ck around and flip it
I just met a fan and she gon' f*ck me for a picture
I need all you boys to stay the f*ck out of my business
Point that chopper to his face and watch him get religious, oh yeah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Allah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Buddha
Don't worry, you just hope you close to God, yeah
So dirty, you about to know my shooters

Yeah, take that boy to church
Pray to God, I don't put him in the dirt
Put him on a shirt, now he in a hearse
Yeah, my love is rage, Lil Uzi Vert, uh
F*ck yo love, yeah, yeah that's 'cause you broke my trust
Open up, yeah bitch that's why we broken up
Get that money, get that money, stack it up
Throw that back, bust it down, now shake it up

Yeah, hoes be f*ckin' for a check
I charge a thousand
Just to tell her boyfriend, "Bro, she stressed"
Drippin' these diamonds, they all on my neck
Play with this shit, you get sent back to God
Ride with some niggas that's ready to ride
My brother died so we ready to slide
It's hammer time so I'm totin' a 9
Know we trap up on the corner
Got the pack I sell to homeless
F*ckin' that bitch, I'ma pass to the homies
I'm totin' that Smith with a 30 on it
Just got that pack so you know that I'm flippin' it
Beat up the pot and the pan, know I'm whippin' it
I got a bitch and I took her to Tiffany's
F*ckin' this bitch then I had an epiphany
This bitch said she want the finer things
These hoes can't get no diamond rings
Bitch I'm hot like climate change
She calling my phone and I'm watchin' it ring
My heart too numb with Novacane
I'm crashin' off a Hydroplane
This bitch won't get another thing
Pull up to Magic, I'm makin' it rain

I just got the pack so I'ma f*ck around and flip it
I just met a fan and she gon' f*ck me for a picture
I need all you boys to stay the f*ck out of my business
Point that chopper to his face and watch him get religious, oh yeah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Allah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Buddha
Don't worry, you just hope you close to God, yeah
So dirty, you about to know my shooters
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just got the pack, yeah
I just, I just got the pack, yeah

I just got the pack so I'ma f*ck around and flip it
I just met a fan and she gon' f*ck me for a picture
I need all you boys to stay the f*ck out of my business
Point that chopper to his face and watch him get religious, oh yeah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Allah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Buddha
Don't worry, you just hope you close to God, yeah
So dirty, you about to know my shooters

See, I got a wrist and I make it glisten
She wanna f*ck me, yeah
Two crucifixes 'cause I'm a Christian
But a lil' rusty, yeah
He crossed the line and now the reaper coming, yeah
There really ain't no point in running, yeah
It get risky so don't get too close
They really wanna get me gone
You dissing, oh just let me know
I'ma get you blown

Semi-god, check the name
That's that summer baby
Jesus Cristo, bless my game
Watch me on the daily
Estoy loco por dinero
Basically I'm crazy
Que se jode if you ain't 'bout it
Don't act like you made me (No)
I done paid my dues and tolls
What you really about?
I ain't have to sell my soul
Just to get the clout
All my niggas really grown
You ain't even count
Want me headlining your shows?
That's a big amount
Half a Xan, I can feel the nimbus under me
Copped a bag, scooping Raja cuz he roll with me
Wow, they mad but they pussy tryna come for me
Paid admission to the game, f*ck your cover fee, yeah

I just got the pack so I'ma f*ck around and flip it
I just met a fan and she gon' f*ck me for a picture
I need all you boys to stay the f*ck out of my business
Point that chopper to his face and watch him get religious, oh yeah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Allah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Buddha
Don't worry, you just hope you close to God, yeah
So dirty, you about to know my shooters

Yeah, take that boy to church
Pray to God, I don't put him in the dirt
Put him on a shirt, now he in a hearse
Yeah, my love is rage, Lil Uzi Vert, uh
F*ck yo love, yeah, yeah that's 'cause you broke my trust
Open up, yeah bitch that's why we broken up
Get that money, get that money, stack it up
Throw that back, bust it down, now shake it up

Yeah, hoes be f*ckin' for a check
I charge a thousand
Just to tell her boyfriend, "Bro, she stressed"
Drippin' these diamonds, they all on my neck
Play with this shit, you get sent back to God
Ride with some niggas that's ready to ride
My brother died so we ready to slide
It's hammer time so I'm totin' a 9
Know we trap up on the corner
Got the pack I sell to homeless
F*ckin' that bitch, I'ma pass to the homies
I'm totin' that Smith with a 30 on it
Just got that pack so you know that I'm flippin' it
Beat up the pot and the pan, know I'm whippin' it
I got a bitch and I took her to Tiffany's
F*ckin' this bitch then I had an epiphany
This bitch said she want the finer things
These hoes can't get no diamond rings
Bitch I'm hot like climate change
She calling my phone and I'm watchin' it ring
My heart too numb with Novacane
I'm crashin' off a Hydroplane
This bitch won't get another thing
Pull up to Magic, I'm makin' it rain

I just got the pack so I'ma f*ck around and flip it
I just met a fan and she gon' f*ck me for a picture
I need all you boys to stay the f*ck out of my business
Point that chopper to his face and watch him get religious, oh yeah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Allah
He dropped down to his knees, prayed to Buddha
Don't worry, you just hope you close to God, yeah
So dirty, you about to know my shooters
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Writer: Sol Jay, Lil Naro, Sol Jimenez
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