CHURCH BOY

(All, I need) Your all I need (You are all, I need) Need (All, I need) (You are all, I) (uh) You drop one track Now you think you the swift He's a chair, babe I advise you to sit Because I've been the king of rap I know it's hard to admit But bro, I'm the OG You the counterfeit like Like, throw in my cash And I ain't let it go now Throw in my money Like it ain't tomorrow now Yeah, I'm having fun with my life Yeah, I'm finna get a new wife Cuz that's my money Flying in the air That's my money Flying everywhere That's my money Flying in the air, air So, I want you to Drop it Drop it Drop it like it's hot Drop it Drop it Drop it if you not Drop it Drop it Drop it like it's hot Yea, yea drop it like it's hot now You will never hear my name And some drugs And some guns together I'm so clean I'm so clean Than your ex, fella Yeah You will never hear my name And some bad drama Lookin' for the baby mama's cause I'm steppin' in Steppin' out Yeah I could whisper And I could shout Like Baby be mine Baby be mine I said Baby be mine Baby be mine Because It's a church boy It's a church child It's a cook out Right in the south We goin' pop Pop, pop And the lights out It's gonna be On mute Like it's a black out And I finna Get my throws And my kicks out Yeah I'm finna Run this race Like a church boy Run into this Holy waste I'm like