Praises ft. Mauri Corey Lyrics

This shit really in me no we don't bleed the same

I heard that you be telling when the police need a name

This shit that I'm mailing sold before it leave the plane

Break it down and scale it got enough to feed the gang

I might fuck yo' bitch just off the strength that you don't like me

Work inside the press I got some up on my white T

Really mad about it man I got that from Versace

Imma clutch the choppa if the situation choppy

I'm just tryna be well off with a house on a hill

Van still locked down I hope he get his appeal

Know some extra grimy niggas like to rob for the thrill

I ain't never dodging shit I'm outside with the steel

Ran up a check in a Nike Tech

Brody got a oxy line for the percocets

I done warned the nigga once Imma murk em next

I prefer a fat ass over perky breast

Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open

Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking

Counting money with my nose to the sky

Giving praises to the most high

Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open

Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking

Counting money with my nose to the sky

Giving praises to the most high

Them niggas stunted on the lord now I got all the motion

Ignore them niggas get yo paper part of staying focus

The bitch blocked me six times and I ain't even notice

I opened up my third gate I'm like the hidden lotus

All I be with is them monsters like I'm Uncle Fester

Nigga calling bout a verse while I'm handing out testers

You hit a six and a half that bitch is not pressure

And if you iffy on the stove I'm checking yo measures

And I been playing with them blocks I'm like a Rubik's Cube

We pulling up back to back so they don't know who who

And he ain't never did no dirt I had to tell him shoo

I know you broke cuz you the loudest nigga in yo crew

I put a nigga in the sky astrophysicist

Boy you ain't put a slug up stop that bitching then

I'm in a ducked off town I'm just visiting

I had bad dog on me it ain't listening

Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open

Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking

Counting money with my nose to the sky

Giving praises to the most high

Treat a nigga like a drop leave his top open

Pouring lines in a pop while the Glock poking

Counting money with my nose to the sky

Giving praises to the most high