Prayer

(专辑： GHOST - 2023)

I'm

Hop out the PJ then get on the yacht
Probably stay worried 'bout money I got
Stop pocket watching, ain't worried 'bout what you got (Woah)
Fell asleep, nodding off of the Wock
Woke up next morning to a pretty thot
She foreign, Brazil, she calling me papi (BNYX)

Yeah, yeah
It's like a domino effect with all these hoes
The way that I'm knocking them down, one by one, that's how that shit go
She eating me up, it's so good, yeah
She do that shit just like a pro (Woah)
Woah
I'm with Luh Kranky on stage, we paid for days, lil' nigga, okay (Yeah)
I wanted this shit in my way, I'm running up rackades everyday
Go play in this one, I'll crack your noggin like some Crème Brûlée
I know this shit I'm finna say is cliché, but at your shit like a temp fade, yeah
Aight, let me hop on with some swag
I'm up in my bag, she shaking that ass
Long as she keep shaking that ass, she gon' keep being able to brag
Just hopped out of first class
Just me and Jason, we got jet lag
24/7 in the stu', that's how I generate these motherfucking blues
Bitch, I'm popping these blues, I'm sipping on juice, I don't sip on Grey Goose
In the two-tone Maybach truck, this bitch get to bouncing like a kangaroo
With my dawgs hanging out of the roof, but them niggas no-rules, them niggas gon' shoot
Got the title to this Maybach, lil' bitch, I could show you the motherfucking proof
This bitch got some motherfucking guala
This bitch pull a white man daughter
Started popping them blues up in Florida
Swear to God, these bitches make me smarter
This bitch said she liking my twin
I just told the bitch I'll do my thing
In the big body, take up two lanes
This bitch gave me Helmut Lang
I ain't the one to buy you a ring
I ain't the one to pop out with you out up in public, but baby girl, you know I got fame
These drugs keeping me sane
In the 'Cat, blowing out the brain
On the moon, thinking bout everything
This shit turning out strange (I'm working on dying, BNYX)
Hoes moan my name
They wanna fuck me now
I'll buy you a Patek Philippe if you gon' hold shit down
Stop fucking with these clowns
And when it's finna go down, I'm ten toes on the fucking ground
My brothers put they trust in me, I'll spray the whole sixty rounds
I like my bitches brown
That pussy got me like "Wow"
That shit got me like "Woah"
You tryna take my soul
Won't bend, I won't fold
In the can, I'm ten toes
That big Doodie up on a soul
You know how that shit go (Shh)
I'm gettin my M's
I ain't takin no L's
Hell nah, I'm not them
Bitch, you'll go to hell
And I'ma meet you there
And that's real shit, I don't care, yeah
Yeah, sipping on this drank, it feel like I'm falling down the stairs
I'm popping my shit two times, three times, this shit ain't fair
She sit on this dick like a chair, she feel me anywhere without a care
That's why I fuck with you, baby girl, this probably why we was meant to be together
She stuck on me just like some feathers
I just spilled some lean on my leather
And I think this shit gon' last forever
Not talking 'bout you, talking 'bout the cheddar
Anytime and any weather
And you know that I'ma fuck you better
I'm on drugs, baby, say a prayer
I be sending hearts, say a prayer

Hop out the PJ then get on the yacht
Probably stay worried 'bout money I got
Stop pocket watching, ain't worried 'bout what you got (Woah)
Fell asleep, nodding off of the Wock
Woke up next morning, to a pretty thot
She foreign, Brazil, she calling me papi (BNYX)