Thank God lyrics

[Verse 1]
I ain't giving these n*ggas passes
I ain't kissing these b*tches' asses
Ain't sh*t sweet like an Easter basket
[?]
Man, this b*tch tryna f*ck me and bro
We playing roles like we don't know
Pockets stuffed with cheese like a pizza roll
Hit the club, throw it in the air like it's pizza dough
Let's go
Diamonds dancing like player's club
n*gga, I ball, but I ain't a [?]
Man, they hate too much, but don't make enough
n*gga, I'm off the hook, can you hang me up?
I f*ck and leave, I ain't making love
Stop boosting, boy, those ain't your guns
Y'all playing tough, I spray it up
Put that dot on you like a lady bug
n*gga, I don't make diss songs, I make house visits, what's your address?
Keep your mouth closed like bad breath, for I give you the tech like a mad reff
Lil n*gga
Tatted up [?]
I'm too crispy like [?]
She ain't my b*tch, but I'm her n*gga
Get your top blew, [?]
If you suck di*k, I thank God for b*tches like you
If you [?], I thank God for n*ggas like you
All [?] my roof
She in my room with no pants like Winny the Pooh
Oo
Thank God
[Chorus]
[?] a n*gga, you should read about it
I'm so fresh, you should see my closet
If you broke, I don't need your comment
If her head good, I'ma make a tweet about it
Shout out my real n*ggas
Shout out my real b*tches
For all y'all, I kill n*ggas
They hating on me, I still get it
If you a real n*gga, I thank God for n*ggas like you
If you a real b*tch, I thank God for b*tches like you

[Verse 2]
Shout out to my n*ggas on the 6
My b*tch shaped like a bolling pin
If I ain't f*ck your baby mama, then I know who did
Watch my old hoes hop back on my di*k when I post the stick
Watch this
Bust [?] dry lips
I don't give a thot sh*t
I don't care if the b*tch dying, I won't give her a penny, that's nonsense
[?] mad ass b*tch, tryna work it out [?]
b*tch, cut it out, like Jada Pinket
At the end [?] set it off [?]
They talking beef, but ain't ready for it
[?] snitch, soon as you shoot at them, they telling on you
On my mama, her head so cold, I'ma f*ck around and catch nimonia
n*gga, don't push me, 'cause I'm close to the edge like California
If you brownskin, I thank God for b*tches like you
[?] I thank God for b*tches like you
I say head first, like she diving into a pool
Then I send her home, like she got suspended from school
Oo

[Chorus]
[?] a n*gga, you should read about it
I'm so fresh, you should see my closet
If you broke, I don't need your comment
If her head good, I'ma make a tweet about it
Shout out my real n*ggas
Shout out my real b*tches
For all y'all, I kill n*ggas
They hating on me, I still get it
If you a real n*gga, I thank God for n*ggas like you
If you a real b*tch, I thank God for b*tches like you

[Verse 3]
[?] n*gga
I don't give a f*ck, we hit hood rats and foreign b*tches
I don't even smoke, but I'm pouring liquor
My n*gga [?], he blowing trees like it's stormy, n*gga
Turning up til I can hardly see
I remember days when it was hard to eat
Now it's all on me [?]
I'm in the parties free, and I brought the heat
[?] that's my f*cking n*gga
He be going in like a [?]
Don't f*ck with him, 'cause he'll leave a n*gga with an open top like a soda pop
[?] now we on the top, if I ain't getting money, then I'm on the block
f*cking with a b*tch if she throwing twot
I'ma catch it all like Pokemon
This sh*t easy, ain't sh*t sweet
I make it look good, like Photoshop
And if a f*ck n*gga ohe me gwop, I'ma run in his crib like [?]
Ee an opp, blow an opp
Don't be surprised, n*gga, we them guys
You faithful, but she cheating live
Don't cuff that b*tch, she a thot
I f*ck a b*tch, and then make her talk to the copshand like [?]
You love these hoes, I thank God for n*ggas like you
'Cause when I'm done, she gon' need a ride
Good looking
[Chorus]
[?] a n*gga, you should read about it
I'm so fresh, you should see my closet
If you broke, I don't need your comment
If her head good, I'ma make a tweet about it
Shout out my real n*ggas
Shout out my real b*tches
For all y'all, I kill n*ggas
They hating on me, I still get it
If you a real n*gga, I thank God for n*ggas like you
If you a real b*tch, I thank God for b*tches like you