Soulja Boy - G.O.D. lyrics

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Soulja Boy - G.O.D. lyrics

[Intro: Pack Strong] Everywhere I go I got the four fifth on me Smoking on the loud, got a lot of [?] Hood rich n***a, so you can't sh** on me Hood rich n***a, so you can't get on me Guns On Deck, I believe in G.O.D Go against us, that's against the odds A hundred shot plus that'll tear you apart Got my young n***as with me, better get out of dodge When you got choppers, you don't need no aim Left, right, left, right, hit everything [Verse One: Pack Strong] All my young n***as ain't in no gang But all my young n***as that are sure gonna bang Crip n***as to my left Blood n***as to my right Everybody see green, so we [?] You all bark, no bite Stop playing with your life Stop talking, k**er, you ain't got no bodies Don't nobody know you, n***a, you a nobody Stop talking work, n***a, you ain't Yo Gotti To tell the truth, p**y, what you really know about it? I said, I trap or die like Jeezy, n***a ‘Cause that rap sh** too easy, n***a [Hook: Pack Strong] Guns On Deck, I believe in G.O.D Go against us, that's against the odds A hundred shot plus that'll tear ‘em apart Got my young n***as with me, better get out of dodge When you got choppers, you don't need no aim Left, right, left, right, hit everything When you got choppers, you don't need no aim Left, right, left, right, hit everything Guns On Deck, I believe in G.O.D Go against us, that's against the odds A hundred shot plus that'll tear ‘em apart Got my young n***as with me, better get out of dodge When you got choppers, you don't need no aim Left, right, left, right, hit everything When you got choppers, you don't need no aim Left, right, left, right, hit everything [Verse Two: Soulja Boy] I'm chilling with k**ers, we posted in trenches My n***as, they swerving and [?] Bentleys Gucci and Louis my [?] I shoot you in your kidney with the semi ‘till it's empty Money on me, I got plenty [?] through Memphis, the city We swerve in the Bentley It's me and Pack Strong ‘bout to get it n***a talking, he gonna get the hollow to his fitted All of my n***as, they with it We up on a mission We come in, stacking, packing chickens I wrap it, pack it, then I ship it My n***as, they stacking, packing, gotta get it n***as talking, they ain't on a mission Look at my diamonds, you know how they glisten AK-47, I keep the pistol Diamonds on my neck, you know they official Diamonds from China, diamonds from Africa Whipping that dope, whipping up like a spatula n***as, they talking, they don't get no money Pull on the block and I spray with the Tommy All of my n***as, they toting ‘em for me Automatics, and they shooting ‘em for me They k**ing sh** for Soulja I'm pulling up in that Rover [Hook] [Verse Three: Pack Strong] Who the f** called these n***as hitters? How the f** you n***as hitters when you n***as missing? [?] getting money now Me and my n***as about to go and cause [?] You n***as say you shooting sh** down Why the f** ain't nobody ever came up missing You n***as little boys, I'm a mister I f** your b**h fast, like a twister I f** her friend, then I f** her sister I keep the loud, yeah, I keep the You n***as tweet, so we call you sugar My n***as lurking on your a** on the instagram Know some n***as in the can and they going ham Put the bands on they a**, they don't give a damn Marching with the damn drum, cause I got the bands Give a f** what you say, just don't [?] hands Homie, I don't f** with phonies Watch what you say, though, like Rich Homie I ain't got to wait cause I got it all on me Generation four Glock 40 n***a, I'm an animal, [?] dog [?] gorilla, trap jumping like a frog Love to see my n***a eat, never been a hog And guns on deck getting money over broads [Hook] [Outro]

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