Pray 4 Me lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah-grrah, boom
Like, like
Every opp shot
Grrah-grrah, boom
MB, MB
Ahh

[Chorus]
What they rappin' 'bout, we really live it
What they talkin' 'bout, we really did it
Get up real close and send shots at his fitted
Keep a knock, I'ma flock any minute
Spot a opp, he get knocked off his pivot
That's a new n*gga took up off the hit list
We vicious, no missin'
We catch them n*ggas, I bet we dismiss 'em

[Verse]
I'm still tryna leave a n*gga where he at
Get him gone and ain't no comin' back
I just got a .40 wit' the beam attached
I'm tryna put a n*gga in the pack
Too official, can't afford to lack
Sippin' muddy, leanin' off the Ac'
Once I back out the sitchy, n*ggas runnin' track
Bеst believe if thеy throwing shots, we throwin' back
Feel like Rocky, who gon' stop me?
He get flocked if n*ggas movin' oppy
Keep a choppy 'cause sh*t can get wocky
You gon' get shot if you think you gon' box me
Keep a Glocky, and just know I'ma flock this sh*t If these n*ggas movin' oppy
I'm a sleezy n*gga, you should watch me
If I feel like it's a line I'ma flock three
It's a whole lotta blocks we done bent
It's a whole lotta shots we done sent
Sendin' shots to his chest, leave him drenched
He wasn't movin' right so he got left
Off a perky we spinnin' through they 'jects
A lotta opps lackin', I wonder who next
Don't get left, 'cause my 'ooters, they fiendin' they itchin', tryna leave him stretched
Smokin' Country, he top of the shelf
Keep a .380 under my belt
Hit his stomach, he gaspin' for help
Hollows tips hit him, it f*cked up his health
Free my demons that's locked in them cells
Keep a scalpel, givin' n*ggas hell
And we still givin' n*ggas shells
That boy tried to get away, but then he fell
So you know what we did
Back out the knock and it flocked at his wig
And I'm getting tired of these kids
They dissin' in songs, but they hidin' and sh*t, like
An-And we really slidin' and sh*t
One false move and I'm firin' sh*t, like
They be rappin' and lyin' and sh*t
Then they wonderin' why all they mans dyin' and sh*t, like
I'm with Rayy, I'm with B-Wokk
And we all got knocks, so that's three chops
Broad day, let the heat flock
If he make a wrong move n*gga, he shot
Never lackin', I keep me a G-Lock
Kenzo B, MB, yeah, b*tch I'm the Ewokk
Make the scene hot
f*ck the chest, I been aimin' for his head, tryna flock at his treetop
[Chorus]
What they rappin' 'bout, we really live it
What they talkin' 'bout, we really did it
Get up real close and send shots at his fitted
Keep a knock, I'ma flock any minute
Spot an opp, he get knocked off his pivot
That's a new n*gga took up off the hit list
We vicious, no missin'
We catch them n*ggas, I bet we dismiss 'em

[Outro]
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Every opp shot, ahh
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