Bible (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah, hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Bible, yeah, hand on my gun

Praying to my gun, it be my bible

Me and two bitches in the shower

Too sauced up on these hoes, I'm going viral

Jack boy, I sell his ass a brick of flour

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Praying to my gun it be my bible

I'm a dope boy never fold

Never told, ran on overload

In the kitchen with the stove

Baking soda, pot and bowl

Swear to god I'll kill a **** then repent

I'm a millionaire and I grind for every cent

Plug came that's a blessing

Fuck these hoes I ain't stressing, never

Leave the house with no weapon

Make sure the money right no discrepancies

Grind mode

Young **** had a quarter pound but he stayed down

Now front row at the superbowl

Team strong we campaign pop champagne won the superbowl

I-I can change the flow up

I can take that work inside the kitchen make it blow up

You want a sack I make it show up

Don't make me bring that Lam out just to pick your hoe up

Look ****

Praying to my gun it be my bible

Me and two bitches in the shower

Too sauced up on these hoes, I'm going viral

Jack boy, I sell his ass a brick of flour

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Praying to my gun it be my bible

Hand on my gun hand on my bible

Just hit a lick for 500 thousand

Just copped a whip for 500 thousand

That loud in, 500 pounds of it

Preach, dope boy I got money and the power

Preach, my job pay 100 grand a hour

Preach, my hoe want me to fuck her in the shower

Preach, my hoe want me to fuck her for a hour

Preach, little money **** we ain't never accepted that

Big choppas any beef you know we dealt with that

These watches like trophies

These **** like vultures

These bitches like roaches, and we good with that

Praying to my gun it be my bible

Me and two bitches in the shower

Too sauced up on these hoes, I'm going viral

Jack boy, I sell his ass a brick of flour

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Praying to my gun it be my bible

Church, hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Fingers on the trigger like vagina

The bible open right there on the dresser

I just pray that all my enemies are watching me from heaven

Now I'm peeking 'round that corner

Before I turn that muhfucka

I played them corners like I'm Richard Sherman muhfucka

I play in my position on these **** 1st and 10

Treating that prescription like a scripture amen

Now we in the kitchen with the chickens and the hens

Lord please forgive us but we sinning for the rent

I just popped two pills I feel them bitches kickin' in

Zero to a hundred got a ticket in the Benz

Show me where the bible say thou shall not ball

I just hit a lick for a thousand Adderalls

I just rolled a blunt up in a page from the bible

And all my **** psycho and all my bitches spiteful, John 3:16

Praying to my gun it be my bible

Me and two bitches in the shower

Too sauced up on these hoes, I'm going viral

Jack boy, I sell his ass a brick of flour

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

Praying to my gun it be my bible

Hand on my bible

Hand on my bible

Hand on my gun, hand on my bible

That by my bible, yeah, tunechi