On God

[Intro]: Tom Did It
I wanna ride the strip
See me inside with a bitch
Hate that I’m doing this shit
Tell me that when I am rich
Say that I’m doing it
Tell me I'm doing it
Gimme the Molly
Over the top that's

[Pre-Chorus]: Tom Did It
Girl she wanna love me
No wait what
Girl she wanna fuck me
I thought I was ugly
She really be above me
You woulda thought I glowed up
Then I just sobered up
She only used me oh what

[Chorus]: Tom Did It
I wanna ride the strip
See me inside with a bitch
Hate that I’m doing this shit
Tell me that when I am rich
Say that I’m doing it
On God!
Tell me I’m doing it
On God!
Gimme the molly
Over the top that’s
On God!

[Verse 1]: Tom Did It
That’s fake news
Fake gold
I just wait for that payroll
A1
2 litres on the main road
My wrist like freezer that's a day old
Take Death like Caesar that's a homicide
Come queue up to get in my ride
Gyally wasting my time
Hop in the ride
Hop in the ride
Whoa

Hop in the ride and smoke
You taking my time you know
You said that I’m whiling no
I feel like I’m whiling out
Always be smiling no
Move with the timings oh
Never declining oh
Unless it’s your fucking calls

[Chorus]: Tom Did It
I wanna ride the strip
See me inside with a bitch
Hate that I’m doing this shit
Tell me that when I am rich
Say that I’m doing it
On God!
Tell me I’m doing it
On God!
Gimme the molly
Over the top that’s
On God!

[Verse 2]: Tm
G there’s a B on my G
But I can’t take one
Cuh her body ain’t A team like Persie
Tryna knock out my D no mercy
No W-W she E too early
Got me feeling like Cena
Opp thot on my gram
Yes I seen her
But how could I?
How could I have a shooter on me coming like Micheal Pena
Hold up, wait
I need a roll up
Tsuta come addictive I ain’t gonna sober up
This my bro dem blow them up
It’s 3mpty I’m zoning out
If my dog hear a ring he’s boning out
If it’s a sirens then I guess we all blowing out

[Verse 3]: Remy
Shot down cruise
Could’ve been me or my bro
Stolen gold
Could it be you or a hoe
Do it for the coke
I’m gon' lose to a blow
Minding my own buis
She giving neck like the lock ness
Me and da bros in the room are high no Scott
And I am in love with your hands
So I’m tryna take it off
Take it off like a kite and I been with bands
Stuck with the Os and get me a K
Cah I’m tryna win this race like my name is Tay
Cah I’m tryna put these fakes in a ashtray
Yes cos I got an army and we put a D to the day
Like let’s roll up and spray

[Pre-Chorus]: Tom Did It
Girl she wanna love me
No wait what
Girl she wanna fuck me
I thought I was ugly
She really be above me
You woulda thought I glowed up
Then I just sobered up
She only used me oh what

[Chorus]: Tom Did It
I wanna ride the strip
See me inside with a bitch
Hate that I’m doing this shit
Tell me that when I am rich
Say that I’m doing it
On God!
Tell me I’m doing it
On God!
Gimme the Molly
Over the top that’s
On God!