Spill Vill

Now, now, now, look at this

I'm so glad you came to the church

I'm glad somebody know Jesus is real

Look at my grandbaby

Yeah, yeah, Jesus is real, but your damn pastor ain't

That's, that's, ooh, now that's when I leave 'cause I know what you talkin' 'bout

Look like the devil's on you

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (yeah, bye, bye, bye, yeah, bye)

So crazy, I-, ooh (tell your-, yeah your)

You almost made me curse

Yeah, your pastor been cursin', a open curse, he got my money

I'ma throw this peppermint at you

Yeah, throw it, throw it at your pastor

Child, open up this door, I don't know what's wrong with this boy

Yeah, your pastor breath stink (bye)

Yeah

Bruh, what the hell was goin' on out there, boy?

Ayy, man, I'm out here tryna get my money back

From that pastor be lyin' to the members of the church

But what do he owe you, boy?

Boy, he owe me millions, he owe me plenty money, talkin' bout he

Bruh, the boy been playing Tonk in the hood and everything

Boy, the, owe me some money, too, boy

Me and Parlay was up the street right there

I seen the pastor 'round there with a Bentley Coupe

I said, "What the hell he doin' with a Bentley?" (Oh, oh, yeah)

Hold up, you ain't 'bout to rob the church, is you? I ain't with that

I ain't gon' rob the church, but I'm just sayin', boy

If he got my money, boy, I got to get it

Yeah, go get it, but, yeah, you go get it and bring mine back, 'cause I-

I'm sayin'-, but you got that on you, though? (I ain't)

Hey, how y'all doin'?

Oh, what's up, OG, what's up?

I couldn't help but overhear y'all conversation just now

I usually mind my own business

But something moved me to speak to y'all this morning (pour me up man)

I ain't judgin', though

Hell, I agree with most of what I heard

They say don't question God

A, like me say I was questionin' you, not God

Besides, I guarantee he got more answers than we do

Always askin' everybody, "What would Jesus do?"

But they never ever ask Jesus, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

A lot of folks believe anything you tell 'em if it sound good enough

Was crazy as a razor blade necktie

But he was a master manipulator, so people got behind him

I can make a really convincing argument right here, right now

That Jesus was as black as Shaka Zulu, but to what end?

Arguin' 'bout it would only divide us to be conquered

It's like never openin' a package that could've saved your life

'Cause you was too busy arguin' over whether UPS or Fedex delivered it

See how that sound?

Damn, OG, I ain't really looked at it like that

Now stop bein' stingy and let me get a swig of that liquor

'Fore I run up in this church