BE SOMETHING/PRAY

[Part I: BE SOMETHING]

[Intro]
(The Mafia, nigga, bitch ass nigga, we don't fuck wit’ you)
(J3TSKR3VM)

[Chorus]
Shawty eat the dick, she don't put no teeth on it
Nigga, send the payment, bitch, or I'm not respondin’
Money in the couch, nigga, used to sleep on it
Bitches come and go, them junkies, they gon' keep comin'
Cops like, "Why you speedin'?" 'Cause, lil' bitch, I need money
I was seventeen, seen nothin' but some fiends and junkies
I pull up on my block and now my ring jumpin'
Don’t fuck ’round, get yo' ass smoked like a steam oven

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I see you gettin’ money, that don't mean nothin'
Nigga, cut that shit out, my nigga, you ain't welcome
B23 Dior’s, lil' bitch, they cost an onion
I was really in the trap, nigga, sellin' onions
Havin' motion, I got hella ways to get somе money
I was really talkin' to them plugs in California
I don't see thеse niggas, ain't upset, I ain't annoyed
I got niggas box you up like a pair of jorts
Gotta go hard, bitch, I gotta be somethin'
You know 12 get behind be, I'ma keep runnin'

[Chorus]
Shawty eat the dick, she don't put no teeth on it
Nigga, send the payment, bitch, or I'm not respondin'
Money in the couch, nigga, used to sleep on it
Bitches come and go, them junkies, they gon' keep comin'
Cops like, "Why you speedin'?" 'Cause, lil' bitch, I need money
I was seventeen, seen nothin' but some fiends and junkies
I pull up on my block and now my ring jumpin'
Don't fuck 'round, get yo' ass smoked like a steam oven

[Outro]
Li, what?

[Part II: PRAY]

[Intro]
Hah (Bitch ass nigga, we don't fuck wit' you)
(J3TSKR3VM)

[Chorus]
You ain't talkin' 'bout no paper, what you need from me?
I like Euros, I like Yen, I like green money
This bitch think I'm super hot, like a comet
I just upload some pictures, I don't read comments
Told her, "Hit me up," now my dick all in her stomach
Hit that bitch from the back, got her sheets runny
Every day I'm takin' risks, I gotta eat somethin'
Trap out through the week, pray to God every Sunday

[Verse 2]
I can't go to church 'cause all my clothes smell like chronic
Don't wanna see the shit I seen, just bein' honest
I feel like I'm being watched while I sleep, I'm buggin'
I prefer to count the money if it's bleedin' bloody

[Chorus]
You ain't talkin' 'bout no paper, what you need from me?
I like Euros, I like Yen, I like green money
This bitch think I'm super hot, like a comet
I just upload some pictures, I don't read comments
Told her, "Hit me up," now my dick all in her stomach
Hit that bitch from the back, got her sheets runny
Every day I'm takin' risks, I gotta eat somethin'
Trap out through the week, pray to God every Sunday