ØN GØD(MÆRS) Lyrics

I put it God

Im the one

The one thats shinning under the sun

Im in the moonlight trynna get my tan on

So i can be closer to Lucina

I got fine china in my future

& I dont even use glass plates

I put it on God

I pretend like im a goofster,clown

But when no one is around

When im with the real team

I wanna kill something

I love torture

Niggas talk that shit until they see whats real

Fuck how many guns you got dumb ass

You can still get head shotted

I put on god

I was riding around in Cochran

With several ars & two sniper on me

Got locked down in the jam

I got good lawyers

Came out on a suspended license

The pig that arrested me got fired

Itll be a sad day on june 23 2024

See thats when his daughter turn 18

I know demons thats prepared to make her a whore

Im so fucking infections

Ima blood born monster

I spread through roots like a virus

Gifting you trauma

Im sorry lil mama

You crossed paths with me

I was on demon time that day

I was in the clouds causing storm's

The type that was making your crib sway

Bitch do you need a bib

Cause all that crying fucking up my sauce

I was fucking with this aka bossy bitch

But turns out she was just a whore

I dont respect her no more

So when i fuck her ion even let my pants touch the floor

They stuck to my hip

Like a prosthetic

And my disability is getting lettuce

Blue cheese

If my government will stop dick ridding & let us

Let me go

Let me fucking go

Let me go

I couldn't fuck with you then

cant fuck with you now

You a artichoke

Im on a boat made of tiger shark skin

And lighting from a gods Maine

What im trying to say

Theres forces bigger then you

Behind these sights when i aim

I put it on god

Ive seen scary other world frights

But ima man i know how to push it down

Shout out to bill burr

I put it on god

Im trynna skurt off this bitch

I accidentally dropped the addy

I gave her a addy

Put her in front of tik toc screen

Called up a offbrand caddy

I hope she dont get home safely

Babayaga out tonight

I need a bottle with the lines

So i can see what i pour

I put it on god

Thats cap im fantom pouring

I never know how much in the pop

I just know once i tip the cup

It's hard for me to stop

I put it on god

Got a shell shard stuck in my arm

I hardly flinched

My therapist says im phyco sociopath

I told her bitch you projecting

I bet you can't even spell that white people shit

Bitch stop playing with me

stop wasting my money

I think she right

Cause i dont even got a therapist

I was talking to the wall

I put it on god

Ill crash out in the mall

If they close the food court

Ima walking nuke

You wanna go to hell with me

You wanna go to hell with me