Soulja Boy, Pack Strong - G.O.D. lyrics

Everywhere I go I got the four fifth on me
Smoking on the loud, got a lot of
Hood rich nigga, so you can’t shit on me
Hood rich nigga, so you can’t get on me
Guns On Deck, I believe in GOD
Go against us, that’s against the odds
A hundred shot plus that’ll tear you apart
Got my young niggas with me
Better get out of dodge
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything

All my young niggas ain’t in no gang
But all my young niggas that
Are sure gonna bang crip niggas to my left
Blood niggas to my right
Everybody see green, so we
You all bark, no bite
Stop playing with your life
Stop talking, killer, you ain’t got no bodies
Don’t nobody know you, nigga, you a nobody
Stop talking work, nigga, you ain’t Yo Gotti
To tell the truth, pussy
What you really know about it?
I said, I trap or die like Jeezy, nigga
‘Cause that rap shit too easy, nigga

Guns On Deck, I believe in GOD
Go against us, that’s against the odds
A hundred shot plus that’ll tear ‘em apart
Got my young niggas with me
Better get out of dodge
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything
Guns On Deck, I believe in GOD
Go against us, that’s against the odds
A hundred shot plus that’ll tear ‘em apart
Got my young niggas with me
Better get out of dodge
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything

I’m chilling with killers
We posted in trenches
My niggas, they swerving and Bentleys
Gucci and Louis my
I shoot you in your kidney with
The semi ‘till it’s empty
Money on me, I got plenty
Through Memphis, the city
We swerve in the Bentley
It’s me and Pack Strong ‘bout to get it
Nigga talking
He gonna get the hollow to his fitted
All of my niggas, they with it
We up on a mission
We come in, stacking, packing chickens
I wrap it, pack it, then I ship it
My niggas, they stacking, packing
Gotta get it
Niggas talking, they ain’t on a mission
Look at my diamonds
You know how they glisten
AK-47, I keep the pistol
Diamonds on my neck, you know they official
Diamonds from China, diamonds from Africa
Whipping that dope
Whipping up like a spatula
Niggas, they talking, they don’t get no money
Pull on the block and I spray with the Tommy
All of my niggas, they toting ‘em for me
Automatics, and they shooting ‘em for me
They killing shit for Soulja
I’m pulling up in that Rover

Guns On Deck, I believe in GOD
Go against us, that’s against the odds
A hundred shot plus that’ll tear ‘em apart
Got my young niggas with me
Better get out of dodge
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything
Guns On Deck, I believe in GOD
Go against us, that’s against the odds
A hundred shot plus that’ll tear ‘em apart
Got my young niggas with me
Better get out of dodge
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything

Who the fuck called these niggas hitters?
How the fuck you niggas hitters
When you niggas missing? Getting money now
Me and my niggas about to go and cause
You niggas say you shooting shit down
Why the fuck ain't nobody
Ever came up missing
You niggas little boys, I'm a mister
I fuck your bitch fast, like a twister
I fuck her friend, then I fuck her sister
I keep the loud, yeah, I keep the
You niggas tweet, so we call you sugar
My niggas lurking on your
Ass on the instagram
Know some niggas in the can
And they going ham
Put the bands on they ass
They don't give a damn
Marching with the damn drum
Cause I got the bands
Give a fuck what you say, just don't hands
Homie, I don't fuck with phonies
Watch what you say, though, like Rich Homie
I ain't got to wait cause I got it all on me
Generation four Glock 40
Nigga, I'm an animal, dog
Gorilla, trap jumping like a frog
Love to see my nigga eat, never been a hog
And guns on deck getting money over broads

Guns On Deck, I believe in GOD
Go against us, that’s against the odds
A hundred shot plus that’ll tear ‘em apart
Got my young niggas with me
Better get out of dodge
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything
Guns On Deck, I believe in GOD
Go against us, that’s against the odds
A hundred shot plus that’ll tear ‘em apart
Got my young niggas with me
Better get out of dodge
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything
When you got choppers, you don’t need no aim
Left, right, left, right, hit everything