Pray lyrics

[Intro]
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Honcho, Honcho, Honcho

[Chorus]
I'm prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy
Security took me an hour, I smell like I'm traveling sour
I got sh*t to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter's browser
Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival

[Verse 1]
You be prayin' that b*tch let you hit it
And be prayin' she know some more b*tches
I'm prayin' that b*tch ain't a ho
I'm a freak but I ain't with the kissin'
He prayin' he stay on his toes
Hundred round, it ain't no way to miss him
Put you out, fo'nem handle that mission
Next day, handful of y'all missin'
Thick- thick hoes, never get in they business, ayy
Switch hoes, never get in my feelings, ayy
Smoke woods, Lambo drop ceilings
Pull- pull up to your sh*t in interest
Car dash even though I ain't Tristan
All fast, I'm Ross, I'm whistlin'
Off gas, C Dash don't listen
I love hoodrats, keep pimpin', b*tch
I just woke up in your town
Look baby I'm here for a night so after that night you won't see me around
This Gucci just came in today, I'm buyin' it all, you won't see it around
No cap, fo'nem ain't tryna hear no yap
Locate the crib, it ain't no map
Slide up and X 'em like they app

[Chorus]
I'm prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy
Security took me an hour, I smell like I'm traveling sour
I got sh*t to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter's browser
Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival
Honcho Honcho Honcho

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I'm in NY slidin', the Uber mad, there's too much traffic outside
When I'm in LA I'm slidin' and sh*t, you probably won't catch on your side
I got some sh*t in this ride
It might knock a chunk out your side
She on my di*k like where is your trunk, your top went up inside
Hah, I don't know, your name b*tch, I don't know
Forty sent homeboy up the road, for AR sent homeboy to Idaho
AR, kill a n*gga off audio
Work a b*tch out like cardio
My wood look like sloppy joes
But this ain't that type of party though
I ain't got sh*t for a n*gga
And I ain't got sh*t for a b*tch, better ride this di*k, that's it for a n*gga
Hey, I be too high, she know that she love me, she even give gifts to a n*gga
My pockets on swole, I really don't give a f*ck who finna switch on a n*gga
I'm just prayin' them hundreds get thicker
Honcho Honcho
[Chorus]
I'm prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy
Security took me an hour, I smell like I'm traveling sour
I got sh*t to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter's browser
Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival (gas, gas)

[Outro]
Haha
C-D-O-T man, Honcho gang sh*t b*tch