Lyrics Thank God - Molly Brazy, Rocaine

Thank God

Helluva Helluva Helluva
Aye mute me bro
Yeah
That’s my baby
Aye Aye
Is you a real nigga or a hoe?
(That's a real question)
Aye can I put this shit up in yo hole?
(Bout a 90 bag)
I bring it back from Cali then I sell a whole
If you fuck with Rocaine Guns smoke
Girl rubbing on me at my shows
Detroit 4−4 boys you wanna glo
No homo, But I’m waiting at the door
With that choppa, I’ll turn that nigga ghost
Redbone on my phone, What up doe?
You got me fucking up my muthafucking stove
I’m gone fuck my whole head with this snow
Uncle, Auntie playing around with they nose
I’m like Chapo, not from Mexico
Take a nigga shit, These is not yours
Money trap house house, With my Mike’s on
I don’t wife hoes
I’m to busy thanking god for everything he did for me
Keep away you my enemies
I thank god cause he ain’t never switch on me
I thank god, I pray he look over me
I thank god, He keep the devil up off me
I thank god, I could’ve got killed last week
I thank god
I thank god
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
Bang, Bang, Bang
That’s the chopa sound
I still rep the gang gang when they not around
Aye
Y’all bitches some hoes, Only talk crazy when you hanging with your bros
Keep these itches on the edge of they seats
Keep them stressing, And keep them guessing what I;m a do next week
God got me
Fuck the rest I’m only fucking with me
We need it all
Ro told you if you sweet we gone eat
Aye
I thank god just for keeping me here
Daddy gone
Strap my nuts on and whip my own tears
Don’t have no fear, I got the Draco tell them bitches beware
Ain’t no hoes over here, We don’t shoot in the air
I’m to busy thanking god for everything he did for me
Keep away you my enemies
I thank god cause he ain’t never switch on me
I thank god, I pray he looks over me
I thank god, He keep the devil up off me
I thank god, I could’ve got killed last week
I thank god
I thank god
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord