Glory to God

[Intro]
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
Jeh, JehKai, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh

[Verse]
Bandana tied, ready for war, ah, huh
Glory to God, what's next in store? Ah, huh
I walk in drippin' in Dior, at fifteen, I jumped off the porch, now I keep hammer like I'm Thor, yeah, huh
Hollow tips flyin' through your door, ah, huh
I'm really tryna up the score, ah, huh
I'm swiping cards like my name Dora, lil' mama bad, don't need Sephora, fuck a mil', I need some more, hah, uh
I'm hardbody to the core, huh, yeah, huh
Lil' shawty ride, fuck your lil' Porsche, yeah, ah, huh
All this drip you can't afford, these niggas hate, I kept my torch, but I just wanna thank the Lord, yeah, yeah, huh
Where I'm from, trappin' was my chores, ah, huh
Where I'm from, trappin' was my chores, yeah, ah, huh
Either get killed or go to court, ah, huh
Either get killed or go to court, ah, ah, huh
I give this glory to God, and I'ma walk with this iron
And I'm awake with this fire, and I'm asleep with this rod
I give this glory to God, them niggas hate, we gon' slide
Bandanas on, we gon' ride, think 'bout my bro and I cry
Then double back one more time
I give this glory to God, I'ma walk with this fire
And I'm awake with this fire, and I'm asleep with this rod
I give this glory to God, them niggas hate, we gon' slide
Bandanas on, we gon' ride, think 'bout my bro and I cry
Double back one more time, hah, uh, uh
Give this glory to God, yeah, huh, huh
Give this glory to God, I give this glory to God, God (Uh-huh)
They snatch me up and I won't tell, ah, huh
They got they hand out like Odell, yeah, uh
But I just caught a play like NFL, ah, uh, uh
My niggas caught a case, we in the field, uh, huh, huh
My niggas slangin' iron, we be slangin' iron, we be slangin' fire
All my niggas slangin' iron and you gon' die tonight
All my niggas slangin' iron, if you play tonight, then we gon' slang that iron
Up it twenty times, you gon' die tonight, we gon' slang that pipe
Yeah, all glory to God, ah, huh
I'm finna ride with this iron
God, forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna win, yeah
I think about my bro, then cry, then double back again, huh
Jumped off the porch at fifteen, huh, yeah, huh
I stuffed the coke in my jeans, yeah, uh, huh
I had the rocks in my socks, I used to run from the cops
I'm sendin' shots to the opps 'cause we don't play 'bout the block
I'm tryna take off his top, huh, huh
Since a youngin, I been toting that Glock
Feel like Roddy Ricch, I'm tryna put the stick in the box, huh, huh
Yeah, tryna put the stick in the box
I used to run from the cops, I'm sending shots to the opps
Give this glory to God, huh