Gucci Mane - God's Witness Lyrics
(Verse)Born legendary on the 12th of FebruaryBig fat rich nigga, call me frigerator PerryIf 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 secret40 thou, chillin out, all of my pasta be the mattressLook at me now, iced out, damn, I can *****in aks40 thou fo a brick, now and let’s not even tax itTurn my spot, to a lean house, all I drink is actin thisAnd I ain’t even gotta flex to you *****, I’m richGot the whole wide world shorty on my dickGo tell yo hot mouth ho she can suck my dickI blow my nose with money ho, I’m snot nose rich60’s on my charges so I’m dodging potholes hoYo nigga lost cuz he got on that Mavada watchAnd spill the sauce, ***** it ain’t a car that I ain’t gotYo nigga lost it but Gucci bout to lose his topShe found it sexy that every problem I gotta address itThese niggas flexin, I pistol whip the boy the boy that bring the messagePolice interrogate, layin *****in shit, am I arrested?They not gon let me go cuz ***** I got a show in TexasBlack nigga but I gotta stand like I’m MexicanAnd hit yo next to kin if I don’t have my BenjaminsPop 2 mollies and it boosted my adrenalineAnd yo baby momma say my nuts taste like cinnamon(Hook)I pull up in the Bentley and I get they out the businessTack the trailer follow me, just nigga come and get itNigga you know all the cash I made on my 20God can be my witness, I’m a real trap niggaPull up in the Bentley and I get they out the businessI’m servin by myself cuz I don’t need no co-defendantHead count the money lost, counted 5-60Cartel wanna clip me cuz I intercept the shipment(Verse)I’ve been sendin those since a lil boy, I ain’t have no trust2 man operation but I ain’t have no voiceI ain’t have no Rolls Royce and I ain’t have no PorscheBut if you steppin me out for these ones then yo ass gon get dropped sonApologize to yo granddaddy cuz I beat up yo grandsonI’ve been jumpin out of that band boy cuz I owe cash to the landlordSay I whip the nigga with a pool stick, man Gucci Mane is no poor shortAll this down to center, my chairs babyThey turned me into a cold heartYou can jump in front of these bullies and act like you a BraveheartQuick ticket to the graveyard, playin hard but you faint heartYou with the one, bust the great boys, my kidnappers rape boysNo discrete sensei boys, suggest you open that safe boyYou’re on me since the 3rd nigga and you don’t know it’s the 8 monthsLike how yo blood taste boy, cuz you lyin to me in my face boyYour dad say you’re a disgrace, mistakin the first placeGlock 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 businessTack the trailer follow me, just nigga come and get itNigga you know all the cash I made on my 20God can be my witness, I’m a real trap niggaPull up in the Bentley and I get they out the businessI’m servin by myself cuz I don’t need no co-defendantHead count the money lost, counted 5-60Cartel wanna clip me cuz I intercept the shipment
