Preach

[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?]
Real G's ball hard all week
All week, 365, 52, all week
And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech
Preech, preech, preech
Gon let me preech, preech, preech
I'm about to preech, preech, preech
Gon let me preech, preech, preech
I'm about to preech, preech, preech

[Verse 1: Dorrough Music]
Y'all be acting cool, keyword acting
[?] caked up, I'm everything you lacking
I can tell by your style, you's a rooky, hang it up
Pay attention, I can help you get your pussy game up
Watch these hoes, some gone off the deep end
Specially the ones that hit the club every weekend
We ball 7 days a week, they do it on the weekend
We ball, they can't, they mad, cause we can
You gotta play the game, don't lеt the game play you
Since thеre's a lotta niggas fake, you might as well stay true
It's funny how they acting like they balling out in public
When clearly, we can tell that they just balling on a budget
With no street money, and no [?]
Tryna make it rain, but you can't even pay your [?]
Broke, so your girl left you hanging, and you're heartbroke
Class is in session, church style, I'm about to preech

[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?]
Real G's ball hard all week
All week, 365, 52, all week
And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech
Preech, preech, preech
Gon let me preech, preech, preech
I'm about to preech, preech, preech
Gon let me preech, preech, preech
I'm about to preech, preech, preech

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz!
24 hours, 7 days a week
On 24 intches, 7 different freaks
You call me 2 Chainz, I got 7 different crosses
I make plays like 7 Randy Mosses
From the trap, I'm bout to kill them with this rap shit
[?] call me baby like [?]
I got the pack, I whip the work, I make it backflip
Put her on her back, then I [?] cactas
Poster child, nigga I'm the poster smile
Call me Tity Boy, that mean I'm spoild, and the only child
Done did it, cause I did it, like I done do
Went to trial smelling like blunts in the court room
Thug Style, 2pac in my IPod
Just bought a gun, that bitch came with a trypod
Brap brap to my competition
I don't need to aim, nigga I ain't missing

[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?]
Real G's ball hard all week
All week, 365, 52, all week
And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech
Preech, preech, preech
Gon let me preech, preech, preech
I'm about to preech, preech, preech
Gon let me preech, preech, preech
I'm about to preech, preech, preech

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
[?] I just bought a Phantom
Bad bitches like me, but them haters can't stand them
20 floors up, condo in Atlanta
All white dress code, plus I keep a hammer
Shout out to Lil Boosi, he getting head up in the slammer
Praying for you dawg, there ain't nothing you can't handle
Preech, thick country bitch from Alabama
[?] like Amber
Rose, all I pop when I'm in the club
Hoes, we throw gwop when we in the club
Feel like preeching to them broke ass niggas, I'm just saying
You ain't tippin, get the fuck out the club, [?]
Preech, these niggas stressin, they need a blessing
[?] clear in this bitch, looking for [?]
I'm an old school [?] and that bitch so interesting
My shirt off [?] my hand on my smith and wesson

[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?]
Real G's ball hard all week
All week, 365, 52, all week
And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech
Preech, preech, preech
Gon let me preech, preech, preech
I'm about to preech, preech, preech
Gon let me preech, preech, preech
I'm about to preech, preech, preech