Fear God lyrics

[Intro]
Emkay

[Chorus]
Seven days a week, I bleach in the trap house
Uh, wop for wop, play or play, I'm breakin' the pack down
Uh, we get too much bands, 100K up in the stash house
And cro might hit your mans if you decide to walk down
We sellin' gram for gram, so we cannot shut down
XD in the Fear God, she see I'm too much drip now
And these n*ggas be hatin' on us, they wanna par with the gang now
But we got sixty up in the car every time we ride around

[Verse 1]
Uh, give me the pack and I double
Big GG, I don't tussle
Make a play off the zap and my team in the huddle
That's no cap, got it off the musclе
Uh, he got the pack but he fumblеd it
You already know I'm not boxin' him
He out of town but we're onto him
Call up my crodie, there's no stoppin' him
Shooters on go, and we're lockin' in
Shooters on go, and they're trained to spin
You know I aim for the face, lil' b*tch
Green beam up on the waist and sh*t
Me and the gang in the foreign whip
Spin his block in a stolen whip
He is not gang, he just forcin' it
Uh, give me the drop, and I'm parkin' it
In the bando is where I'm chippin' it
In your hooyo's house is where I'm nippin' it
When I get the pack, you know I finish it
And that's no cap, lil' b*tch
[Chorus]
Seven days a week, I bleach in the trap house
Uh, wop for wop, play or play, I'm breakin' the pack down
Uh, we get too much bands, 100K up in the stash house
And cro might hit your mans if you decide to walk down
We sellin' gram for gram, so we cannot shut down
XD in the Fear God, she see I'm too much drip now
And these n*ggas be hatin' on us, they wanna par with the gang now
But we got sixty up in the car every time we ride around

[Verse 2]
Go OT to get the package
Nine pack, make it vanish
She say she in love with a savage
Ninas blastin', causin' havoc, uh
Yeah, my stick is talkin'
n*ggas cappin', they don't have it
They just loose ballin'
In the trap puttin' my all in
Too much drip, you know I'm saucin'
He wanna beef, so I cannot squash it
Yeah, the junkies callin'
Trappin' all day for the profit
Cro got me, so you know I got him
Yellow tape the scene, and you know we're off this
Yeah, you know that we're off this
I had to get the backend
I had to ship the package
Cro caught a opp, put him in the past tense
Spinned his block, and now we're laughing
The neener grains might have him dancin'
With one shot, cro might just pack him
We live this life, you n*ggas cappin'
And you know that my clip is hangin'
[Chorus]
Seven days a week, I bleach in the trap house
Uh, wop for wop, play or play, I'm breakin' the pack down
Uh, we get too much bands, 100K up in the stash house
And cro might hit your mans if you decide to walk down
We sellin' gram for gram, so we cannot shut down
XD in the Fear God, she see I'm too much drip now
And these n*ggas be hatin' on us, they wanna par with the gang now
But we got sixty up in the car every time we ride around