Текст песни
Pray to Lord
Pray to Lord
Pray to Lord
Pray to Lord
Pray to Lord
Pray to Lord
Pray to Lord
I wanna hop inna big B
Ride outta sins that hid too deep
I’m pourin up blood you gotta sip
I’m a show you up that you could get
Bitch slowin on that pill, I told her make it quick
Push the bankroll quick and get the check
They tryna figure out how to stretch
I’m with my demons in the dark, yeah we might catch
You caught a error 404 your mind get hacked
Shotta wanna ride with me
Nigga boutta grab that hit
Baby why you lie to me?
Why you lie to me?
Drinkin that wok is fast
Spin on a opp and Im doin’ the dash
He talkin that shit, we dumpin the Mac
We spinnin they block, leave em in the past
She ain’t mine but she wanna tec
All these niggas fake, they be rats
She ain’t my slime, she ain’t my slatt
We spinnin again better watch your back
I don’t wanna friends, hit em with the Mac
I spendin these bands, sleepin with the Tec
I spendin these bands, sleepin with the Tec
He claim he is real but he is a rat
I wanna hop inna big B
Ride outta sins that hid too deep
I’m pourin up blood you gotta sip
I’m a show you up that you could get
Bitch slowin on that pill, I told her make it quick
Push the bankroll quick and get the check
They tryna figure out how to stretch
I’m with my demons in the dark, yeah we might catch
You caught a error 404 your mind get hacked
