Prayer Hands lyrics

[Hook]
One thing I can’t stand
Is a drunk ass ho
Went through like a hundred bands
Strictly to blow
Where I’m from like gangland
Stay on the floor
And I don’t really like to shake hands
With n*ggas I don’t know
Smoke out the back, f*ck up some cash
New paper tag, peel off like a scab
If I’m broke I’ma spazz, get the ski mask
Hop out the van, make the prayer hands

[Verse 1]
One thing I can’t stand
Is a drunk ass ho
If I f*ck you b*tch, I ain’t stayin’
I gots to go
f*cked up like a hundred bands
‘Cause I got some more
And I ain’t even tryna be mad
‘Cause I heard you was a ho
Que pop tags, know tags and bags
Hit you with the pound, I don’t shake dirty ass hands
f*ck foreplay, won’t kiss your dirty ass neck
I already got a dirty ass Sprite full of Tech
Playin’ with the check, f*ck around and get wet
Chanel wanna step, treat fits like bell
Beat a n*gga’s ass with a Burberry belt
Thousand dollar whip, I’m with designer welt
What them n*ggas smokin’ always top shelf
Sippin’ on the lean, cream soda c*cktail
Five main bales in my drop mail
Pull up drop top, it’s not fair
Leanin’ like a rocking char
Christians, I just copped a pair
Condoms, I will not go bare
I hope she got some top to spare
[Hook]
One thing I can’t stand
Is a drunk ass ho
Went through like a hundred bands
Strictly to blow
Where I’m from like gangland
Stay on the floor
And I don’t really like to shake hands
With n*ggas I don’t know
Smoke out the back, f*ck up some cash
New paper tag, peel off like a scab
If I’m broke I’ma spazz, get the ski mask
Hop out the van, make the prayer hands

[Verse 2]
Gucci mask my dope mask
Red white like a Coke can
She gon’ suck it with no hands
I’m a dog, I ain’t with the romance
Que pop sh*t, pop seals and sticks
Hit hoes like a jack boy hit licks
f*ck beatin’ round the bush tryna give a ho a hint
I tell a b*tch quick, get your sh*t you gotta dip
Six chains on like I’m Slick Rick
Left wrist sick, whip like ten bricks
[?] n*gga playin’ both sides of the fence
Hundred bands hit, get a pus*y n*gga pinched
Pull up, f*ckin’ up sh*t like the Grinch
Take a whole mile if you give me an inch
Walkin’ out the bank, pullin’ off in a spaceship
Hit Blue Flame during day shift
Five hundred K in the basement
Paid ya to make a b*tch taste it
‘Cause one thing I ain’t got is patience
And plus
[Hook]
One thing I can’t stand
Is a drunk ass ho
Went through like a hundred bands
Strictly to blow
Where I’m from like gangland
Stay on the floor
And I don’t really like to shake hands
With n*ggas I don’t know
Smoke out the back, f*ck up some cash
New paper tag, peel off like a scab
If I’m broke I’ma spazz, get the ski mask
Hop out the van, make the prayer hands