Pray For Em

[Intro]
AK Bandamont, nigga, I get bands a lot, nigga, you know that
Hah, yeah

[Chorus]
I'ma start off by sayin' fuck niggas
Brodie in the feds, he made a shank, he like to cut niggas
He tryna catch a few more B's until he done with it
What I look like beefin' with a nigga who need bust [?]?
I'm on that one block, I'm blowin' dead opps, swear my lungs kickin'
Nigga talk a lot, he was actin' like he got it 'til the gun hit him
This a big four-five with an orange beam, I let the sun hit him
I knew dog's street was kids, but now he dead 'cause I don't fuck with him
No, I don't fuck with him, he disappeared like a cheat code
I pulled up on a slut, she act alive, but she got deep throat
I got my sneaks on, I'm deep-dishin' a slab, I got the heat on
I just took a Yerc', that's how my jaw keep lockin' in my cheekbone
Hmm, when I'm doin' fraud, I get in beast mode
Hmm, move of girly get around me, she get in freak mode
Was sellin' Molly, Co, Charley and Stone back with beatbold
Was lit, then I pulled up on a stripper and I had three poles

[Verse]
And I'll put my street on with three roles and they ain't thank me for it
Hmm, bro just caught this one opp, I had to thank him for it
I ain't have to pay him for it, but off the love, I threw some pape' on him
I can't even blame him for it, he see opps and just blank on 'em
He see opps and blink on 'em, he in the deep, I gotta pray for him
I just made my fiend OD, she on her eighth coma
She better not cost just for a week, she gotta stank wrong
She took a lot of meds, this bitch could've been dead, she better thank Jehova
I just crashed out off the Percs on the greatest sofa
Bitch kept actin' like I was broke, so I upped an eighty on her
Now, bitch, stuff these pills, let's hit the road, she got a baby on her, hmm
Thirty-five shots in my clip, I'm a Katie toter
I'm noided, fuck around and flex with shit 'cause I'm a crazy toter
I really wanna whack my cousin, am I shady for it?
Hmm, I bought a chop and with a scope, I got an eighty for it
This bitch shot a gram of dog food up and did a Katie aura
We handkang galore, take this bag, see if you fuck with it
Take the dog and hit it with the crack, I'm sellin' pud biscuits
You know them boys posted with straps, you see us in it
He gon' get it bad, we find out where he at, we finna rush in it
Them boys outside posted with chops, they finna run in it
Them niggas probably thought it was over, but I ain't done with 'em
They set up shops allowed in this party, I brought guns in it
This one nigga survived a face shot, he got pus in it
This bitch mad I said, "I only love you when I'm fuckin' you"
And I pulled this bitch fast, she run up on me, then I'm bustin' it
Quick cash, she drop a check inside a Huntington
Now I sit and think and make that shit last, you ain't strugglin'
I hit the bank and leave with gift bags, I did a bunch of things
I caught an opp and made him run in zigzags, he was stumblin'
You ever play with Percs, doggy and crack and call it jugglin'?

[Chorus]
I'ma start off by sayin' fuck niggas
Brodie in the feds, he made a shank, he like to cut niggas
He tryna catch a few more B's until he done with it
What I look like beefin' with a nigga who need bust [?]?
I'm on that one block, I'm blowin' dead opps, swear my lungs kickin'
Nigga talk a lot, he was actin' like he got it 'til the gun hit him
This a big four-five with an orange beam, I let the sun hit him
I knew dog's street was kids, but now he dead 'cause I don't fuck with him
No, I don't fuck with him, he disappeared like a cheat code
I pulled up on a slut, she act alive, but she got deep throat
I got my sneaks on, I'm deep-dishin' a slab, I got the heat on
I just took a Yerc', that's how my jaw keep lockin' in my cheekbone
Hmm, when I'm doin' fraud, I get in beast mode
Hmm, move of girly get around me, she get in freak mode
Was sellin' Molly, Co, Charley and Stone back with beatbold
Was lit, then I pulled up on a stripper and I had three poles