Juice Wrld On God Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
DY Krazy
Uh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that b_tch daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (Ayy)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
I'm in a bag, baby (Yeah)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in my bag (On God)
I drive it real fast, baby (On God)
Mercedes Benz (On God)
I'm in my bag, baby

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & Young Thug]
I'm in first class, baby (On God)
You in last, baby (On God)
I'm a 90's baby
But I cook that sh_t from the 80's (On God)
Hardtop Mercedes (On God)
I'm ridin' in a drop Mercedes (That's on God)
F_ck all your opps, don't save 'em (That's on God)
Just let the AK rearrange ya (That's on God)
F_ck on a opp n_gga's b_tch on the daily (On God)
Ball on a b_tch, Tracy McGrady (That's on God)
Throw B's up for the brazy (On God)
I put the K in crazy (On God)
I went No Limit dance on the daily (On God)
That choppa turn ya like pages, uh (On God)
Headshot your face lookin' crazy, uh (On God)
Did I say cray? I meant brazy, uh
I got four pockets with lettuce
We 'bout to show 'em who the best is
I need an ambulance up in the nosebleeds
I designed her lil' body, she a trophy
And she do what designer say
I'm 'bout to buy her the All-State
I'ma fill up this b_tch with some hard sh_t
Whatever, b_tch, she a Barbie

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that b_tch daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (Ayy)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
I'm in a bag, baby (Yeah)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in my bag (On God)
I drive it real fast, baby (On God)
Mercedes Benz (On God)
I'm in my bag, baby

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Young Thug]
I'm not God, baby (On God)
I don't forgive, baby (On God)
My n_ggas in your crib, baby (On God)
They go real brazy (That's on God)
I'ma pull up in the latest (On God)
Matte black, you know that I painted it (On God)
New millennium, totin' the stainless (On God)
Got a red beam for long ranges, yeah (On God, on God, on God)
I got savage ways (On God)
I got baddie babes (That's on God)
I got me the swings (No cap, on God)
All I'm bringin' in (No cap, on God)
Yeah (Uh)
The way you lied to me is too fugazi (On God)
No magazine shells fade away (Uh)
I'm in Japan with an Asian persuasion (Yeah, on God)
B_tches from the Himalayas bringin' me bacon
Gucci robes like masons, f_ck her in a Bathing Ape apron
My b_tch foreign
I don't know where she from, I ain't tryna be racist (On God)
I don't f_ck with n_ggas, I'm racist, uh
Get my d_ck s_cked by a soultaker, uh
I told her I just want the top
Your clothes, don't even take it off (That's on God)
I'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' off
I'm fast and furious on you hoes (On God)
Unlike you broke-ass n_ggas, I actually achieve my goals (That's on God)
I'm 'bout to ride, I'll add her name in my tats
I'm too good up to ever disguise, I get fed up after runnin' 'round, yeah
I gotta try it, I done pulled her panties to the side
Got four closets for my child, I got even more for my wife

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, that's on God
That's on God
DY Krazy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That's on God
DY Krazy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That's on God, that's on God
That's on God, that's on God, that's on...

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that b_tch daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (Ayy)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
I'm in a bag, baby (Yeah)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in a bag, baby (On God)
I'm in my bag (On God)
I drive it real fast, baby (On God)
Mercedes Benz (On God)
I'm in my bag, baby