Prayerz
Yea
YSB man
Send him prayers...
Fuck wit me, introduce you to my Glock, that's a sprayer
Gotta beam attached to the fucking chop', that's a laser
Roll wit me, pulled up on him, he was shocked like a taser
Got the whole team, we fucking up his block, he need prayers
Condolences to his family, cause he ain't comin back
Catch him off guard take that mofucker off the map
Got bout 30 rounds on me, and I slam em in da Mac
Try to run up on the gang bitch, we right back on yo ass
They say that they ain't scared of me, bitch I know it's cap
And these bitches act like COVID Imma have to wear a mask
Yea, they think that I ain't blowin up, bitch go an check the stats
If these haters talkin too much Imma make 'em shut they trap
They ain't know what they talkin bout, they know I'm hitting packs
I been smokin all the dope and I'm up posted in the trap
It you stepping on my turf, best know I'm posted with a strap
Hit you wit dat brrat-brrat, bitch I'm bad, Michael Jack
Fuck wit me, introduce you to my Glock, that's a sprayer
Gotta beam attached to the fucking chop', that's a laser
Roll wit me, pulled up on him, he was shocked like a taser
Got the whole team, we fucking up his block, he need prayers
Condolences to his family, cause he ain't comin back
Catch him off guard take that mofucker off the map
Got bout 30 rounds on me, and I slam em in da Mac
Try to run up on the gang bitch, we right back on yo ass
YSB man
Send him prayers...
Fuck wit me, introduce you to my Glock, that's a sprayer
Gotta beam attached to the fucking chop', that's a laser
Roll wit me, pulled up on him, he was shocked like a taser
Got the whole team, we fucking up his block, he need prayers
Condolences to his family, cause he ain't comin back
Catch him off guard take that mofucker off the map
Got bout 30 rounds on me, and I slam em in da Mac
Try to run up on the gang bitch, we right back on yo ass
They say that they ain't scared of me, bitch I know it's cap
And these bitches act like COVID Imma have to wear a mask
Yea, they think that I ain't blowin up, bitch go an check the stats
If these haters talkin too much Imma make 'em shut they trap
They ain't know what they talkin bout, they know I'm hitting packs
I been smokin all the dope and I'm up posted in the trap
It you stepping on my turf, best know I'm posted with a strap
Hit you wit dat brrat-brrat, bitch I'm bad, Michael Jack
Fuck wit me, introduce you to my Glock, that's a sprayer
Gotta beam attached to the fucking chop', that's a laser
Roll wit me, pulled up on him, he was shocked like a taser
Got the whole team, we fucking up his block, he need prayers
Condolences to his family, cause he ain't comin back
Catch him off guard take that mofucker off the map
Got bout 30 rounds on me, and I slam em in da Mac
Try to run up on the gang bitch, we right back on yo ass
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