Thank God - Molly Brazy, Rocaine

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