Pray

Foreign in the kitchen

And he whippin' up the biscuit

Left that shit on mild

**** said he had a vision

If I die tonight

I pray to God

He be my witness

Ever since the cookout

We've been serving

**** dishes

Imma trapaholic

No sleep till

All of its finished

I can't stand ****

Who talk and all

In my business

Im the boss man

I ain't ever leaving

No witness

I got 5 stars

I don't fuck around

With my shipment

Im on top now

I won't ever

Switch on my gang

I don't speak much

When the bullets fly

They got sang

Im a trap star

I got cuban links

In my chain

Im on king shit

I got royalty in my veins

Look at where

I done came from

From the bottom

I came up

Locked inside

Of these 4 walls

They doubted on me

We ain't done

Zero dollars no income

40 cal on my hip huh

If I got to

I'll rob a ****

Turn a bitch ****

To my step son

Swear to God

That I'm coming up

And I'm taking

Number one spot

Put it on me

No co-signs

And I'm giving

All that I got

Since a jit

I knew I would make it

Now woman calling me hot

Now I'm on

I got model bitches

Got strippers giving me top

Foreign in the kitchen

And he whippin' up the biscuit

Left that shit on mild

**** said he had a vision

If I die tonight

I pray to God

He be my witness

Ever since the cookout

We've been serving

**** dishes

Pulled up in that Uber

And we trapping

Out the back

Gotta keep it on me

I cant be

Without my strap

If I die tonight

I pray to God

He be my witness

Im just tryna

Make it out these

Mother fucking trenches

Its summertime

And I'm coming

Through with my crew

Looking like we got

Million dollars

We twenty deep

In that booth

Can't go back

To my old life

That shit is done

And we through

Baby momma

Still trippin' on me

Like what the fuck

Did I do

Cmon girl

Go N air it out

There's other shit

They know about

Why the hell

You keep wildin' out

Can't we see

Were all rich now

Next up or I'm top 5

Tv Gucci

Thats mob ties

Too deep in

That ocean water

I fucked around

And my soul died

Foreign in the kitchen

And he whippin' up the biscuit

Left that shit on mild

**** said he had a vision

If I die tonight

I pray to God

He be my witness

Ever since the cookout

We've been serving

**** dishes

Pulled up in that Uber

And we trapping

Out the back

Gotta keep it on me

I cant be

Without my strap

If I die tonight

I pray to God

He be my witness

Im just tryna

Make it out these

Mother fucking trenches