Gotta Pray
Walk in the bank tell em open the safe
12 get behind and I give em a chase
Running red lights and Im doing the race
10 in the morning its a hell of a day
Smoking on Runtz that I got from the bay
Smoking on opps to his homie's dismay
I roll a opp and I stuff in a jay
Send him to heaven so I gotta pray
I just give it up to God
But if I go broke you know I'm gonna rob
10 toes down and I stay on my job
Used to be smoking the THC jewel pod
Freak bitch treat me like corn on the cob
I want this life I don't care what the cost
Amiri's got me dripping sauce
Got a new beat from Hugo like the boss
Your homie's on Fox, sorry for your loss
Smashing his bitch and I give her the toss
That hoe a toss up
Tired of taking these L's gotta boss up
Tired of hearing the cap and the gossip
Come to my show and they started a mosh pit
Walk out the door and Im thinking Im hot shit
If you thinking bout robbing just stop it
You know I need 80 a show
Whipping the bowl and Im serving the dope
Walk in the store and I take out the pole
Give me the bankroll then I gotta roll
Doing 90 and Im high off an edible
You know my autographs really not legible
We can take a flick and put on my story
Im not the father like I was on Maury
I got a lil homie that shoot like Robert Ory
You know I got it on me and I load a 40
Remember 2012 when I was chasing Tory
Im on a new bitch like every summer
Rolling a wood like Im chopping a lumber
3.5 and it put me to slumber
IG model she moving from tumblr
Give me the top while I speed in a Hummer
SKIR I got the ice on my neck its like BURR
Serving the trap and Im flipping the birds
Spotted the opp and I put in a hearse
Gave him a sedative I paid the nurse
You had some bad days but that was the worst
Fucking with me and you put in the dirt
Cartier frames and I feel like a nerd
But Im rocking my opp on a shirt
Walk in the bank tell em open the safe
12 get behind and I give em a chase
Running red lights and Im doing the race
10 in the morning its a hell of a day
Smoking on Runtz that I got from the bay
Smoking on opps to his homie's dismay
I roll a opp and I stuff in a jay
Send him to heaven so I gotta pray
I gotta pray
I just got paid
Im on the way
Scooping your bae
Frito like lay
12 get behind and I give em a chase
Running red lights and Im doing the race
10 in the morning its a hell of a day
Smoking on Runtz that I got from the bay
Smoking on opps to his homie's dismay
I roll a opp and I stuff in a jay
Send him to heaven so I gotta pray
I just give it up to God
But if I go broke you know I'm gonna rob
10 toes down and I stay on my job
Used to be smoking the THC jewel pod
Freak bitch treat me like corn on the cob
I want this life I don't care what the cost
Amiri's got me dripping sauce
Got a new beat from Hugo like the boss
Your homie's on Fox, sorry for your loss
Smashing his bitch and I give her the toss
That hoe a toss up
Tired of taking these L's gotta boss up
Tired of hearing the cap and the gossip
Come to my show and they started a mosh pit
Walk out the door and Im thinking Im hot shit
If you thinking bout robbing just stop it
You know I need 80 a show
Whipping the bowl and Im serving the dope
Walk in the store and I take out the pole
Give me the bankroll then I gotta roll
Doing 90 and Im high off an edible
You know my autographs really not legible
We can take a flick and put on my story
Im not the father like I was on Maury
I got a lil homie that shoot like Robert Ory
You know I got it on me and I load a 40
Remember 2012 when I was chasing Tory
Im on a new bitch like every summer
Rolling a wood like Im chopping a lumber
3.5 and it put me to slumber
IG model she moving from tumblr
Give me the top while I speed in a Hummer
SKIR I got the ice on my neck its like BURR
Serving the trap and Im flipping the birds
Spotted the opp and I put in a hearse
Gave him a sedative I paid the nurse
You had some bad days but that was the worst
Fucking with me and you put in the dirt
Cartier frames and I feel like a nerd
But Im rocking my opp on a shirt
Walk in the bank tell em open the safe
12 get behind and I give em a chase
Running red lights and Im doing the race
10 in the morning its a hell of a day
Smoking on Runtz that I got from the bay
Smoking on opps to his homie's dismay
I roll a opp and I stuff in a jay
Send him to heaven so I gotta pray
I gotta pray
I just got paid
Im on the way
Scooping your bae
Frito like lay
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Writer(s): Joseph Iriarte
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