Luke White - GBY (God Bless You) lyrics

From the night to the morning I work and you can never stop my motion I pull up all black and the gold just glowing Them b**hes legs they just flying open They dying just to taste the potion Weed and adderall it got me floating Like the pendant on my necklace homie Boy do not mistake me and please don't act like you know me Going 65 on a 40 Listening to Gucci Manes stories Riding around with my shorty Shes turning heads but shes down to ride for me Got the loud in the back but not worried about police I'm just thinking about these dollars Imma make Gonna stack it up then hide it in a safe If you f** with me I know you can relate Man I'll die for this sh** Hitting the lick then we ride in the whip Blowing one just to feel better about what we did f** it, all I know is win You take an L you gotta learn You take an L you gotta live Can't sit and cry, f** that sh**, wipe those tears sh** is real, can't have no fear And she's down to ride till I die I'm the truth why would I lie I sold my soul for this sh** God bless you I sold my soul for this sh** God bless you Walking around and I'm flexin x3 I sold my soul for this sh** God bless you Had leave the town but I'll be back In a rental with my seat back Caught a case but my lawyer he beat that I'm flexing I need to repeat that Where the b**hes, where the trees at Saying I'm wack I don't think that I can be that On a high horse where I rest my feet at If we made a million dollars haters still won't believe us Still got homies swiping sh** like a Visa I ride by my faith, I don't need a palm reader Remember when I used to get beat up Around the same time I said f** school, don't need that Realized I can do anything if I set my mind to it Got me anxious and I'm putting out vibrations everyday just to get to it No miracles it's energy moving I know what I'm doing They wanna critique but they don't know my life all they know is the music Got riders that ride for me They put it all on the line for me God they so savage so ruthless Can't go to jail, come back, and lose it like Boosie I'm thinking like Chapo and rapping like Gucci I just wanna drive a Rarri no hooptie I'm papi they love me cause I make this music She say I'm the best and she saying some true sh** I bet she get wet without me even needing to touch her p**y I really don't wanna go back to working at the mall I really just rather make millions and say f** em all Taking some trips to the stars We are some stars Your girl wanna kick it like soccer balls When she with me she ignoring your call And she's down to ride till I die I'm the truth why would I lie I sold my soul for this sh** God bless you I sold my soul for this sh** God bless you Walking around and I'm flexin x3 I sold my soul for this sh** God bless you