Back in this bitch, throwin' that money and smackin' the ceiling
Better keep her back arched when I'm crackin' her shit
I bought a rifle extended the clip
And I 3D'd the ghost and connected with the switch
Ice on my neck, I take tactical risk
If you sent me that paper, you paid for the hit
Pray to Allah, pray to God or to Him, if the Lord savin' sinners, I pray that win
I'd gave up everything now just to contend, you move up in weight classes, now I'm swingin' on friends
Alternate rapper work ethic like Prince and with numbers like William and bitches like Vince
See you workin' the ring and I'm just convinced labels
Lend hands like Thanos, take half of your wins
It take all of your pride to make up in the end, but just think if they died, would they weep for your friends?
One wrong supply could mean tweakin' on Fent' unless we did some together
I just can't pretend, baby, preach to the reverend, no strippers in Heaven
Mm
For what he knows not what he does
Amen
Okay, I been gave up my pink slip to the reverend ever since I found out there's no strippers in Heaven
We prayin' for reigns and we felt it in phases, switch the 10 for 8s and hit like Earnie Shavers
I'm savin' no cape on, hoodied up like I'm Trayvon, this AR is spray-on, do not fuck with me
Niggas teamin' up like the Hardys, yo' bitch twisted fate, now y'all tense at these parties
I'll catch me a case before I lose to these artists, more steps before I shoot, bitch, I think I'm James Harden
I fuck niggas bitches, put coke in they carcass, send her back to you before I take out the garbage
They gaspin' for air, make 'em reach for the Narcan, I know it's a phase, I don't care about the context
When they through with you, they gon' get them a Tarzan, I jump with no chute like I'm Travis Pastrana
Bitch thought he was cute till I popped his piñata, hit a bitch from the side out my house by mañana
Ice on my neck like I'm covered in armor, you king as in Tekken, I'm king as in Arthur
Now I love my bitches like Trump loves his daughters
You play games with niggas, they ran out of quarters
Now pay me in cash, need a bag for my order
You niggas be lame, they be asking like Quora
Your bitch was on the D, I turned her to a scorer, the more that I'm makin' I feel like I'm tortured
Picasso my face if you ask for a portrait
Used to offend, went from spooky to Corbin
That bitch addicted, light up her endorphins, she know this dick go from toxic to corporate
Ain't no succession, y'all drawin' the short stick
That bitch a keeper, she toxic and gorgeous
I go to war for a whore if she holdin' it down, I ride in on a horse while I'm holding my kid
And I'm holed up in court and your niggas be calling police to report
Yo' bitch wide as a cow, we gon' milk you for sure, nigga
In Jesus' name, we pray (Everything about JPEG's, I like)
Wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah (Amen)
Them niggas ain't making no paper, we acred, pockets fat, a chubby chaser
Too many chefs in the kitchen, we caked up, Chef Peg, you know I'm fucking the baker
They be pretending to know us, they be pretending to know me, then show up
I could never sing a hymn for the low, ain't no strippers up in Heaven I know
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