Prayer (feat. Baby Kia)

(Ki, you cooked this?)

(Ayo, run it up, Rami)

(That **** Nate crazy, okay, bet)

Uh, swing my door and open up fire

I been gettin' in trouble and postin' bonds since I was a lil' minor

His dumb ass got hit with a four-nick', now he need a diaper

Free my brother, he 'bout to go to trial, you know that boy a fighter

You could catch us slidin' 300S, we'll come kit up your Chrysler

Say the wrong thing, we come through sparkin' like a broke-ass lighter

I got a thing for all this lean and all these Percs and Roxys

Like BK, I pray you die, I'm tryna catch a body

Alright, okay, he say he tryna catch a hat

That's cool, just let me know how you wan' slide, 39-deuce or the Track'

**** bunky, burnin', come through, hit his micro, send him back

Let 30 get on feet, pull out his eyeballs like the Men in Black

He think that we playin', I send that blitz, they pull up stolen straight

Bro know he not gettin' paid for no legs, he shootin' above the waist

Run inside his spot and put the Kel-Tec to his snout

My young **** tryna drop somethin', he not shootin' up no house

Okay, let him get caught out of bounds, just know that **** fucked, uh

It look like a holocaust, pull up big dually truck

**** think I'm sellin' bricks, I'm droppin' verses for these bucks

Get out of line, I'll drop a dime, I'll get you hurt for these lil' bucks

Mixin' Wock' with a lil' Tuss'

It's a ticket on his head, get out of line, we fuck you up

Remember I ain't had no money and now my front two pockets stuffed

And we ain't sharin' clothes or rolls, but we don't no fuck 'bout sluts

Uh, they ain't on nothin', all my opps, they ain't on nothin'

When shots get let off, your ass be the first one runnin'

7.62s or he probably got hit with a button

Bitch, I don't follow rules

Uh, swing my door and open up fire

I been gettin' in trouble and postin' bonds since I was a lil' minor

His dumb ass got hit with a four-nick', now he need a diaper

Free my brother, he 'bout to go to trial, you know that boy a fighter

You could catch us slidin' 300S, we'll come kit up your Chrysler

Say the wrong thing, we come through sparkin' like a broke-ass lighter

I got a thing for all this lean and all these Percs and Roxys

Like BK, I pray you die, I'm tryna catch a body