Pray lyrics

[Intro: Joey Trap]
Blue strip fees, I need the whole thing
I don' wanna f*ck your girl I want the whole brain
Run it back, run it man, I think my ankles sprained

[Verse 1: KG Smokey]
Look-lookin' at my shoes, my shoes skimmed made out of Crocs (made out of Crocs)
I might have to nail 'em, put that boy up on a cross (boy up on a cross)
Shout-out lil' homies yeah them n*ggas shootin' cops (brr)
Yeah I drive a new Cooper make your b*tch walk (make you b*tch walk)
[?] these b*tches on their phone talk (on their phone talk)
Yeah I got that ice cream they call me guwop (guwop)
Me and Joey turned your wife into a side bop (what?)
Me and Jayce walkin' on the beach with the Glock (with the Glock)
pus*y n*gga tries, pus*y n*gga gets shot (gets shot)
Hit him so hard I made that boy Milly Rock (Milly Rock)
Methamphetamine, yeah I used to sell the rock (sell the rock)
Buy it then I fly it, swatter lead 'em boys drop
Off the top
b*tch get on your knees make you pray to God (pray to God)
b*tch get on your feet, walk the blade until you drop
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk
b*tch get on your knees make you pray to God (pray to God)
b*tch get on your feet, walk the blade until you drop
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk
Long neck heat, call it Chris Bosh
I just spent twelve on a wristwatch
Diamonds yellow so I left the jeweler p*ssed off
I used to be in jail in my flip-flops (my flip-flops)
Now I'm gettin' bread off this Hip-Hop
Used to stuff the meth in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Headshot, knock his dreads off (brr brr)
Your b*tch gimme neck like a headlock (headlock)
All my n*ggas big B's like the Red Sox (the Red Sox)
Red b*tch, I might hit her with the bedrock (bedrock)
Life's a movie, I'm the Redbox
Hit a coochie, 'till she can't walk
b*tch I need my fees
[Chorus: Joey Trap and KG Smokey]
What?
Yeah you know I make her feet bleed, like (bleed)
b*tch get on your knees make you pray to God (pray to God)
b*tch get on your feet, walk the blade until you drop (walk the blade)
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk (I'm with the fees!)
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk (Hold up, hold up)
b*tch get on your knees make you pray to God (pray to God)
b*tch get on your feet, walk the blade until you drop (drop)
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk

[Verse 2: Joey Trap]
Aye
Blue strip fees, I need the whole thing (I need the thing)
I don' wanna f*ck your girl I want the whole brain (I want the brain)
Run it back, run it man, I think my ankles sprained
She gon pray to KloudGod after I make it rain, aye
Joey be killing beats It ain’t no problem I got like a 30 clip inside my pocket
A n*gga be talking sh*t then I’m a rob em
A b*tch that be talking strips you get the walk
And if you ain't got haters n*gga you ain't poppin'
They ask me a question, n*gga I ain't talkin'
And y'all on my Instagram said he steady stalkin', uh
Made her walk from [?]
Alcohol and city lights
A Bentley [?] that's why I hate the way my city bikes
Dummies, shout-out my homie that we on ocean view
Funny thing where we live and they go we ain't got no ocean view (nah!)
I just left from North Park
I ain't even gotta pack the [?] (facts!)
Funny thing is if a b*tch ain't comin' with the strips she can't get her taxes paid
n*ggas hidin' like a tax evasion
Talkin' strips now that's a bad equation
And I know n*ggas that be smokin' purp and I know n*ggas that be doin' home invasions
Hold up, I might need a little water
Pickin' up a 3 quarter
f*ckin' with this MILF, nah, I'mma prolly f*ck her daughter (fax)
I need cheese I'm bagging
Louis Vuitton I'm bragging
Buys a safe Versace (Versace)
Prolly sagging, hold up
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk
Blue strip fees I'm with the strip talk