Left hand up to god
Right hand where the heater is
We can smoke this shit out till there ain't no more feeling left
Go load up the drums an make em all feel this shit
Do it sipped of the four oo
These niggas I'm with cold
They laying chrome
Elijah with the close
Boston with the load
Omertà with the code
Heavy hearted full of shits
Pocket full of chips I'm all up in zone
I was tryna get a brick
I was tryna get a load
Put a bird on a bitch
Now they all gettin sold
Had enough of this shit
Don't make me hop on ma stee now
I done popped on some revive
They way do shit leave da bitch inspired
Very very thorough how it transpired
Very very gangster how it transpired
All these gunnas around my
Keep these burners around mine
Don't you damn try
This shit gettin serious I'm telling you
I mixed the molly with the lean on plenty of colours I'm learin it
Come up on profit with chines I'm tellin ya
As soon as they touch down I'm sending em
Left hand up to god
Right hand where the heater is
We can smoke this shit out till there ain't no more feeling left
Go load up the drums an make em all feel this shit
Do it sipped of the four oo
These niggas I'm with cold
They laying chrome
Elijah with the close
Boston with the load
Omertà with the code
Heavy hearted full of shits
Pocket full of chips I'm all up in zone
I was tryna get a brick
I was tryna get a load
Put a bird on a bitch
Now they all gettin sold
F*cked off the dust
I'm all on x this f*cking bag's gettin sold
He gone put it on chest
He gone put it on sets you don't move without the pole
Ain't shit on flex
Just a good ole sesh with gangsters involved
Ain't no confess so ain't no arrests we scraping them bowls
Thousand 8's please
I done got rid of that petty lil beam
F*cked on both skeez
They done found out but I ain't switched em since
Different pedigree
She gone play with me coz this large celery
Amphetamine lil dose of it you gone see the better me
Street - Up to God Lyrics
Street - Up to God Lyrics
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Left hand up to god
Right hand where the heater is
We can smoke this shit out till there ain't no more feeling left
Go load up the drums an make em all feel this shit
Do it sipped of the four oo
These niggas I'm with cold
They laying chrome
Elijah with the close
Boston with the load
Omertà with the code
Heavy hearted full of shits
Pocket full of chips I'm all up in zone
I was tryna get a brick
I was tryna get a load
Put a bird on a bitch
Now they all gettin sold
Had enough of this shit
Don't make me hop on ma stee now
I done popped on some revive
They way do shit leave da bitch inspired
Very very thorough how it transpired
Very very gangster how it transpired
All these gunnas around my
Keep these burners around mine
Don't you damn try
This shit gettin serious I'm telling you
I mixed the molly with the lean on plenty of colours I'm learin it
Come up on profit with chines I'm tellin ya
As soon as they touch down I'm sending em
Left hand up to god
Right hand where the heater is
We can smoke this shit out till there ain't no more feeling left
Go load up the drums an make em all feel this shit
Do it sipped of the four oo
These niggas I'm with cold
They laying chrome
Elijah with the close
Boston with the load
Omertà with the code
Heavy hearted full of shits
Pocket full of chips I'm all up in zone
I was tryna get a brick
I was tryna get a load
Put a bird on a bitch
Now they all gettin sold
F*cked off the dust
I'm all on x this f*cking bag's gettin sold
He gone put it on chest
He gone put it on sets you don't move without the pole
Ain't shit on flex
Just a good ole sesh with gangsters involved
Ain't no confess so ain't no arrests we scraping them bowls
Thousand 8's please
I done got rid of that petty lil beam
F*cked on both skeez
They done found out but I ain't switched em since
Different pedigree
She gone play with me coz this large celery
Amphetamine lil dose of it you gone see the better me
Right hand where the heater is
We can smoke this shit out till there ain't no more feeling left
Go load up the drums an make em all feel this shit
Do it sipped of the four oo
These niggas I'm with cold
They laying chrome
Elijah with the close
Boston with the load
Omertà with the code
Heavy hearted full of shits
Pocket full of chips I'm all up in zone
I was tryna get a brick
I was tryna get a load
Put a bird on a bitch
Now they all gettin sold
Had enough of this shit
Don't make me hop on ma stee now
I done popped on some revive
They way do shit leave da bitch inspired
Very very thorough how it transpired
Very very gangster how it transpired
All these gunnas around my
Keep these burners around mine
Don't you damn try
This shit gettin serious I'm telling you
I mixed the molly with the lean on plenty of colours I'm learin it
Come up on profit with chines I'm tellin ya
As soon as they touch down I'm sending em
Left hand up to god
Right hand where the heater is
We can smoke this shit out till there ain't no more feeling left
Go load up the drums an make em all feel this shit
Do it sipped of the four oo
These niggas I'm with cold
They laying chrome
Elijah with the close
Boston with the load
Omertà with the code
Heavy hearted full of shits
Pocket full of chips I'm all up in zone
I was tryna get a brick
I was tryna get a load
Put a bird on a bitch
Now they all gettin sold
F*cked off the dust
I'm all on x this f*cking bag's gettin sold
He gone put it on chest
He gone put it on sets you don't move without the pole
Ain't shit on flex
Just a good ole sesh with gangsters involved
Ain't no confess so ain't no arrests we scraping them bowls
Thousand 8's please
I done got rid of that petty lil beam
F*cked on both skeez
They done found out but I ain't switched em since
Different pedigree
She gone play with me coz this large celery
Amphetamine lil dose of it you gone see the better me
Writer: Samson Kaitell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid