Praay to My Glock(ptmg)

Aye It's Laady the rockstar Whoa, yea What One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight That's how many fucking rappers I kill in a day All you bitches talk behind my back but then be in my face Gave my lawyer 10k just to beat my case Hit her with that K its a holiday Bitch i'm Laady J i'm from around the way Bitch i'm zooted off my booty pop a Percocet I don't need yo bread i just need some head How that boy yo mans but he give me head How that boy yo mans but he talk to feds Lil stupid you a goofy, you can not pretend Ran off with the pack we told the plug he won't see that again He gon' cop some more work, we'll be back again We gon' f*ck off the pill take a nap again Bae gave me the sprite I pour the act in it, leaning Damn, took a nap again Niggas know i'm too lit got bands just to prove it You just bought a gun but for what ain't gon' shoot it I'll set up the camera baby boy lets make a movie Little booties matter yea you see this booty moving Shake it, Ima shake my shit watch Shake it, shake it Ima shake till it rock Try me if you want bitch Ima shank till you drop Bitch you better pray to my glock One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight That's how many fucking rappers I'll kill in a day And all you bitches talk behind my back, but then be in my face Gave my lawyer 10k just to beat my case Aye