Why yall pray to God
Ima pray right to these rackz
I'm like damn we made alot but I'll still catch you where you at
Said you better stop that flexing we gon pull up take yo check
Go and pop a dozen percs and now I'm floating out my head
I just made a twenty piece and made that bitch go count my bread
I said tell em shut the fuck up 'fore we fill his mouth with led
We been on our own shit we ain listen what you said
Woke up grab my stick first thing I do is count a check
Malcom in the middle, I be with two hoes
I went in for drugs so I'm ridin round with two phones
I ride ina Beamer but Im scatchin cuz its too low
I spy a Hublot
Make sure when I die that they gon ice out my whole tombstone
She like why you left my ass on read I said I'm too stoned
I might give my bitch like twenty bands to get some silicone
Push the button then the ceiling going
She said that she love me now them feelings going
Why yall pray to God
Ima pray right to these rackz
I'm like damn we made alot but I'll still catch you where you at
Said you better stop that flexing we gon pull up take yo check
Go and pop a dozen percs and now I'm floating out my head
I just made a twenty piece and made that bitch go count my bread
I said tell em shut the fuck up 'fore we fill his mouth with led
We been on our own shit we ain listen what you said
Woke up grab my stick first thing I do is count a check