Prayer Hands

(album: Can You Digg It 2 - 2017)

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 niggas I don't know
Smoke out the back, fuck up some cash
New paper tag, peel off like a scab
If I'm broke I'm a spazz, get the ski mask
Hop out the van, make the prayer hands

One thing I can't stand
Is a drunk ass ho
If I fuck you bitch, I ain't staying
I gots to go
Fucked 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
Fuck foreplay, won't kiss your dirty ass neck
I already got a dirty ass Sprite full of Tech
Playing with the check, fuck around and get wet
Chanel wanna step, treat fits like bell
Beat a nigga's ass with a Burberry belt
Thousand dollar whip, I'm with designer well
What them niggas smoking always top shelf
Sipping on the lean, cream soda cocktail
Five main bales in my drop mail
Pull up drop top, it's not fair
Leaning like a rocking char
Christians, I just copped a pair
Condoms, I will not go bare
I hope she got some top to spare

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 niggas I don't know
Smoke out the back, fuck up some cash
New paper tag, peel off like a scab
If I'm broke I'm a spazz, get the ski mask
Hop out the van, make the prayer hands

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 shit, pop seals and sticks
Hit hoes like a jack boy hit licks
Fuck beating round the bush tryna give a ho a hint
I tell a bitch quick, get your shit you gotta dip
Six chains on like I'm Slick Rick
Left wrist sick, whip like ten bricks
[?] nigga playing both sides of the fence
Hundred bands hit, get a pussy nigga pinched
Pull up, fucking up shit like the Grinch
Take a whole mile if you give me an inch
Walking out the bank, pulling off in a spaceship
Hit Blue Flame during day shift
Five hundred K in the basement
Paid ya to make a bitch taste it
'Cause one thing I ain't got is patience
And plus

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 niggas I don't know
Smoke out the back, fuck up some cash
New paper tag, peel off like a scab
If I'm broke I'm a spazz, get the ski mask
Hop out the van, make the prayer hands