SHOUTOUT TO GOD

[Intro]
Gang (Better forgive me for all my sins)
Ayy, mm, ayy
Shoutout to God, bro kept— (Uh, shoutout to God, go)
Mm, ayy, yep, yep, ayy, yeah
Shoutout to God, yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah (Sheesh)

[Chorus]
Shoutout to God, He kept bro safe, He better forgive me for all my sins
Locking my safe with a passport in
Can't leave home 'til I write my wrongs and the bitch hate me 'cause I tried with her homie
Money on me, so I'm riding with homies
Luckily, I'ma survive in the moment
Luck ain't shit but the white man fiction

[Verse]
Just had a vision, she really the one
My hand gripping her hip like a gun
My hand can't slip, I miss them buns
My bitch ain't holy, her mama a nun
Gang, somebody FaceTime God 'cause he never answer the phone when I try to reach
Teaching my kids to move like a king 'cause my old man kept cuffing to treeshes

[Chorus]
Shoutout to God, He kept bro safe, He better forgive me for all my sins
Locking my safe with a passport in it
Can't leave home 'til I write my wrongs and the bitch hate me 'cause I tried with her homie
Money on me, so I'm riding with homies
Luckily, I'ma survive in the moment
Luck ain't shit but the white man fiction

[Verse]
Just had a vision, she really the one
My hand gripping her hip like a gun
My hand slip, I miss them buns
My bitch— (Uh, gang, gang)
My bitch ain't holy, her mama a nun
Gang, gang, gang, somebody FaceTime God 'cause he never answer the phone when I try to reach
Teaching my kids to move like a king 'cause my old man keep cuffing treeshes

[Outro]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck?)
Brrah, gang