Pray 4 Dem (Father Pt. 2)

These **** be cappin' on that nig, they never outside

Wanna hit the CD, all these pussy **** tounge-tied

Talkin' like you gangster get you kidnapped and hog-tied

He talkin' big, that Draco bake a **** downside

Bitch, took my check up, bitch, you wanna do me some

Got big clips, can't tip shit, who the fuck I'm runnin' from?

That boy deserved to die, he went out back, he was clutchin' on his guns

Osama out his bottom, who the fuck gon' tell him somethin'?

Murder in my eyes, a **** bleed every time I drop a tip

Put a thousand **** in front of me, you can't pick one out, I feel

Catch you in that rack, I do you better like I ain't have a deal

2 million dollar bond, I drop that shit like yo' shit outta here

Lord, you better pray for these ****

Lord, you better stay with these ****

Forever up I put my faith in this pistol

I been lurkin' all day for these ****

Lord, you better pray for these ****

Lord, you better stay with these ****

Forever up I put my faith in this pistol

I been lurkin' all day for these ****

You know I twist a **** body up, cut 'em like a cold cut

When I'm in the city, pussy ****, put your soul up

If you know I'm bout that murder shit, you better pick your nuts up

Easy screamin' blood, I'm reppin' murder throwin' fours up

****, better stay in line, I turned you to a hashtag

Dissin' on the Gram, up in his feelings, oh, he mad, mad

I don't wanna talk about it, see me there then leave me there

I just got the drop, twenty on my Cash App if you beat me there

Lord, you better pray for these ****

Lord, you better stay with these ****

Forever up I put my faith in this pistol

I been lurkin' all day for these ****

Lord, you better pray for these ****

Lord, you better stay with these ****

Forever up I put my faith in this pistol

I been lurkin' all day for these ****