Pray For 'Em (feat. MTF Ron)
Only smokin' on that potent
Henny fuckin' up my motion
Fuck her rub her down in lotion
These boys are my sons, I'm the one coachin'
Back out, hit it
I might get my coupe tinted
Hit it for an hour, she came twice, but I ain't even finish
High as fuck, spaceship
See me, never say shit
Pass me the rock, Jay shit
I'm certified no Drake shit
I hit up Malachi, he bring the draco out, he going to up it
Your homie in a blunt, you ain't do none, I'm just chillin' while I go puff it
Don't give a fuck about nothin'
You ain't with it you be bluffin'
Bullets singin' just like Ruffin
Hawk 'em down you know that he runnin'
Yea
She call me the goat
My dick all up in her throat
Told me she want to drive the boat
You know that I couldn't say no
Get to them mills, Peso
Shakin' that ass, J Lo
Pussy poppin, ayo
Going off the grid, feel like Yeezy
Sippin' on that lean, trip getting sleepy
Spittin' fire in this bitch, like I am Weezy
Uh uh uh, we turnin' up I feel like Tyson
Presidential my wrist, Joe Biden
If it's smoke you know I apply it
Swervin' down your, block flyin'
Causing havoc, riot
Brodie trap in Queens just like Fetty
Shawty on FaceTime yea she wetty
Giving me that neck, giving me that Becky
This a new era, don't think you is ready
You think everything a joke just like you Eddie
This smoke I can send, that shit is so deadly
Pop up out of nowhere just like I am Freddy
Brodie going to run 'em down like Tyreek and he'll throw bullets just like Pat Mahomes
Had to spazz real quick on this shit dip blast and then I'm gone
Only smokin' on that potent
Henny fuckin' up my motion
Fuck her rub her down in lotion
These boys are my sons, I'm the one coachin'
Back out, hit it
I might get my coupe tinted
Hit it for an hour, she came twice, but I ain't even finish
Don't run, boy don't trip
And I know a lil thot caught a shot through the whip
And it's big MTF and I'm jackin' my M
***** you can get shot if you spinnin' for
In the booth smokin' deadys on dead
Leg shot, tell 'em walk again
Dumb ass boy set him up with a bitch
And these ****** be dumb, ****** think with they dick
Ain't no politickin' with no faggot
He can talk all he want, still get beat with a ratchet
Who the fuck is these ******?
***** chattin' they shit, still get beat by they daddy
And I'm fiendin' itchin' off a addy
Hop out, robbin' ****** out they taxi
He want the smoke, so what's up I won't crash it
Want to smoke on some deady, might as well just match it
Henny fuckin' up my motion
Fuck her rub her down in lotion
These boys are my sons, I'm the one coachin'
Back out, hit it
I might get my coupe tinted
Hit it for an hour, she came twice, but I ain't even finish
High as fuck, spaceship
See me, never say shit
Pass me the rock, Jay shit
I'm certified no Drake shit
I hit up Malachi, he bring the draco out, he going to up it
Your homie in a blunt, you ain't do none, I'm just chillin' while I go puff it
Don't give a fuck about nothin'
You ain't with it you be bluffin'
Bullets singin' just like Ruffin
Hawk 'em down you know that he runnin'
Yea
She call me the goat
My dick all up in her throat
Told me she want to drive the boat
You know that I couldn't say no
Get to them mills, Peso
Shakin' that ass, J Lo
Pussy poppin, ayo
Going off the grid, feel like Yeezy
Sippin' on that lean, trip getting sleepy
Spittin' fire in this bitch, like I am Weezy
Uh uh uh, we turnin' up I feel like Tyson
Presidential my wrist, Joe Biden
If it's smoke you know I apply it
Swervin' down your, block flyin'
Causing havoc, riot
Brodie trap in Queens just like Fetty
Shawty on FaceTime yea she wetty
Giving me that neck, giving me that Becky
This a new era, don't think you is ready
You think everything a joke just like you Eddie
This smoke I can send, that shit is so deadly
Pop up out of nowhere just like I am Freddy
Brodie going to run 'em down like Tyreek and he'll throw bullets just like Pat Mahomes
Had to spazz real quick on this shit dip blast and then I'm gone
Only smokin' on that potent
Henny fuckin' up my motion
Fuck her rub her down in lotion
These boys are my sons, I'm the one coachin'
Back out, hit it
I might get my coupe tinted
Hit it for an hour, she came twice, but I ain't even finish
Don't run, boy don't trip
And I know a lil thot caught a shot through the whip
And it's big MTF and I'm jackin' my M
***** you can get shot if you spinnin' for
In the booth smokin' deadys on dead
Leg shot, tell 'em walk again
Dumb ass boy set him up with a bitch
And these ****** be dumb, ****** think with they dick
Ain't no politickin' with no faggot
He can talk all he want, still get beat with a ratchet
Who the fuck is these ******?
***** chattin' they shit, still get beat by they daddy
And I'm fiendin' itchin' off a addy
Hop out, robbin' ****** out they taxi
He want the smoke, so what's up I won't crash it
Want to smoke on some deady, might as well just match it
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