Pray For Em

(专辑： 4-4 - 2016)

DC, unos, dos, tres, cuatro
Free El Chapo!

Fuck your bitch, get a bag from her, then I never call her
Now she tripping, going crazy, nigga tell her let up off us
OGs see me coming through and they say, "That's a baller"
That's that nigga really started from the bottom really in that order
Make a call, bring them plans down
Smoking loud like surround sound
Niggas wanna come around now
Cause they know that Meek Milly got the crown now
Put my mask on, put the crown down
Tell 'em turn up
When it come to action, niggas ride with me
Screaming murder
Niggas falling off, bitches falling through
Calling plays like an audible
Get that money, what you oughta do
Need the plug, got them niggas calling too
Put you on, nigga, put you on, I can put you on
What you doing, nigga, what you doing, nigga, what you doin'?
Get the bag but don't write triller
You around cause you paid niggas
In the dark when we spray niggas
When we run into you, we ain't playing with you
Meek put a rapper on CNN
Niggas said I wouldn't eat again
I just counted 5 mil' in cash
I'm a real nigga they won't see again

[Hook:]
Pray to my God we don't go to the feds
We don't go to the feds
I pray all that money don't go to my head
Don't go to my head
I pray on my Glock when I'm going to bed
When I'm going to bed
Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead
Cause all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em

People locked me, put them chains on me
Wonder why I got these chains on me
Audemars, I got a range on me
Shit a hundred thousand ain't a thing to me
What's your range, homie? This another level
Flood the Rollie, get another bezel
She don't dig me, get another shovel
Go and get the money, we don't ever settle
Went to jail, came back home, then I got rich, damn
Went to jail again, then I came home then I got Nick, damn
Niggas praying that I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn
Only trap nigga doing real numbers spitting hot shit
Niggas hating cause my numbers down, what'd you do, 50?
20 something, I did 250
MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem Shaking like you Diddy
Pop niggas spitting melodies when it's really nothing they can do with me
Balling on 'em ain't new to me, fucking bitches ain't new to me
Summers, summers
10 summers I've been at my tempo like I'm Mustard
At the Grammys with the hustlers
With the trapping, you a busta
Spilling lean on the red carpet
Phone tapped, I hear the feds talking
Still trapping out the bando
Moonwalking on that damn marble
Balling, balling, balling, balling, balling
Balling on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it ain't foreign
I don't fuck it if it ain't foreign
Still eating and I ain't touring, nigga getting it
Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it

[Hook:]
Pray to my God we don't go to the feds
We don't go to the feds
I pray all that money don't go to my head
Don't go to my head
I pray on my Glock when I'm going to bed
When I'm going to bed
Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead
Cause all of 'em dead! Fuck 'em

Balling, balling, balling, balling, balling
Balling on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it ain't foreign
I don't fuck it if it ain't foreign
Still eating and I ain't touring, nigga getting it
Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it