Church's Lyrics

Woke up dreamin bout a bag

I been thinkin bout it since the morning

Sace button

Designer shoes

Tryna look important

Spending dogshit on some apparel

Used to wearing Forman's

I just kicked a nigga out the stu cause i think he informant

Threw a muzzle on the

(Cough)

Now its kinda quiet

Bro Just ordered up a secret package finna start a riot

Shout out James Fahrney thats my dog ,bitch he taught me science

Bro the type a nigga catch a body den say stop the violence

In here counting up the neighbors nosey had to close the curtains

Talkin out his neck i caught em out now he a different person

Hoes finish , how you fuck the gang but you want a birkin?

Told the driver I don't want no Benihanas

Take me to the Church's

Yeah scamming aint no hustle nigga its a job

That White boy, thats my brother we like big & rob

You aint no killer till you boot up and you go n slide

That nigga said he did what?

Man that nigga lied

Them bitches knew that I was coming why they act surprised

If gang open on the break, I bet i throw the lob

They ain't think i was goin win, Bitch i beat the odds

Rapping bout some motion u ain't got , Bitch go get a job

Would keep going on this bitch but im kinda tired

So imma come back tomorrow just so I can slide

Nigga now im back

Man these niggas out here capping they ain't in the trap

Here he go capping bout how he done shot somebody

Im with a lil foreign I think bitch she speak somali

In that fast thang its a chally im Ricky bobby

When i make a couple mill off dis shit I bet not goin find me

Everybody ain't no rapper, man they need to stop it

Im Paranoid, wonder why my mans going in his pockets?

Cause out here beefing with a snitch , I said he had to drop it

Niggas out here broke they on the street, like they ain't got no option

Backseat of the Benz, laid back feel like the president

Im Pro'd up, had to swoop some chicken up on Jefferson

Niggas hitting drank You gotta watch what u be measuring

Dog tweaking , He must think im John Cena I ain't wrestling

I got some niggas selling girl some selling Vick

Charging for feat if u ain't got it u can gimme me Wic

I just spent a nigga monthly on a fucking fit

Cuz dropped a duece all on the floor im bout to fuckin trip

Kicked her out the BnB because her feet dirty

I Walked into the stu at 5am it's like 3:30

Bag touched it's from Distrokid im finna get sturdy

Bro a sober shooter when he squeeze he don't need Perky's

Before I let em catch me on the run imma hop the fence

This Nigga bitch blowing up my line she ain't got the hint

You on bullshit riding fish, why you ain't riding tint?

Ain't dying with this shit I get the bag boy its getting spent

Forreal,

Im with the cleanup man, he look like Mr.Clean

Cuz coming up , got a client look like Charlie sheen

He scary in the streets, but to the hoes he be actin mean?

Hit a nigga juice with some detergent, bet it make em lean