Prey for Them

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Free El Chapo

Fuck your bitch, get a bag from her, then I never call her

Now she trippin' goin' crazy, ****, tell her let up off us

OG's see me comin' through and they say, that's a baller

That's that **** started from the bottom, really in that order

Make a call, bring them plans down

Smokin' loud like surround sound

**** 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, **** ride with me, screamin' murder

**** fallin' off, bitches fallin' through, callin' plays like an audible

Get that money, what you oughta do

Need the plug, got them **** callin' too

Put you on, ****, put you on, I can put you on

What you doin', ****, what you doin', ****, what you doin'?

Get the bag, but don't write triller

You around 'cause you paid ****

In the dark when we spray ****

When we run into you, we ain't playin' with you

Meek put a rapper on CNN

**** said I wouldn't eat again

I just counted 5 mil' in cash

I'm a real **** they won't see again

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 goin' to bed

When I'm goin' 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, came back home, then I got Nick, damn

**** prayin' that I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn

Only trap **** doin' real numbers spittin' hot shit

**** hatin' 'cause my numbers down, what'd you do, 50?

20 somethin', I did 250

MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem Shaking like you Diddy

Pop **** spittin' melodies when it's really nothin' they can do with me

Ballin' on 'em ain't new to me

Fuckin' 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 trappin', you a busta

Spillin' lean on the red carpet

Phone tapped, I hear the feds talkin'

Still trappin' out the bando

Moonwalkin' on that damn marble

Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'

Ballin' 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 eatin' and I ain't tourin', **** gettin' it

Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it

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 goin' to bed

When I'm goin' to bed

Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead

'Cause all of 'em dead, fuck 'em

Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'

Ballin' 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 eatin' and I ain't tourin', **** gettin' it

Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it