​talk like ah preacher

[Intro]
Desire

[Chorus]
Put my trust in a ho I'm trippin’
Roxy pill got me slippin'
Hit the bank, the racks hittin'
Cutter on lack, talk I’ll leave ya' shitty
Send her a text, ho now you miss me
She hit me back, she still tryna get wit' me
I'm for sure the hardest out my city
I made a wave and they all just bit it
[?] like meezy
Slides on me in a clean white tee
She just wanna fuck lil' Dy
Pass my brother the Glock and he shoot from the three
Still in the cut wit' Db
Now he got a strap on him so I tell him to slide
Tell yo' lil' brother goodbye
We finna put his dumb ass in the sky
448 in thе trap times five
That’s five piеce in the back of my bitch hidin’
Type bitch only wanna get behind it
Supermodel body, yeah she look exotic

[Verse]
She say "how does it feel to be you?"
"You don't know how good it is to you ’cause you him"
Ballin' way above the rim
And they talkin' 'bout slidin’, I hit up lil' Ish, let's spin
Put yo' brother six feet
Thinkin' 'bout seein' him, know you can't
Yeah, in that G63, shit look big, shit like a tank
Three five in my wood and a cup full of drank
Drugs take my pain
Play wit' my Glock on the dresser
Can't let nobody touch me
[?] my best friend
Yeah, his ho keep on textin'
Slidin' in that fuckin' Lexus
I'm out in Houston, yeah that's Texas
Tell that ho bad bitch, put on her best fit
Just to show up in some Dior shorts
Cuban link wit' forty pointers on my fuckin' necklace
Tennis on me, he don't play tennis lil' Dy
But he keep a stick on him, shoot like he play for the league
GLE AMG, need a hundred just to talk on the beat
Slide him through when I walk on the beat
Can't get caught with that Glock on me
Won't get caught with that knocker on me
Said you [?]
Prayin' to the trap God, hope I don't get lined please
Even though Gee free it's still free Gee
That's just how fucked that shit be
And Gd my brother, blood ain't no deeper
Bro keep the rocket on him, no [?]
Talk shit like a preacher

[Chorus]
Put my trust in a ho I'm trippin'
Roxy pill got me slippin'
Hit the bank, the racks hittin'
Cutter on lack, talk I'll leave ya' shitty
Send her a text, ho now you miss me
She hit me back, she still tryna get wit' me
I'm for sure the hardest out my city
I made a wave and they all just bit it
[?] like meezy
Slides on me in a clean white tee
She just wanna fuck lil' Dy
Pass my brother the Glock and he shoot from the three
Still in the cut wit' Db
Now he got a strap on him so I tell him to slide
Tell yo' lil' brother goodbye
We finna put his dumb ass in the sky
448 in the trap times five
That's five piece in the back of my bitch hidin'
Type bitch only wanna get behind it
Supermodel body, yeah she look exotic