Prayin' 2 Allah!

(Gang, Gang) (Gang, Gang) (Gang, Gang, Gang) These niggas broke, I know why they mad I gotta white plug, his name Chad I want some guap and I want it bad That boy a rat, like Ruby and Max Hop in that Audi and it go fast That boy lame, he rockin' that plaid Shawty she buggin', I think she a gnat Damn, lil shawty be buggin', she tickin' me off Leavin' a white stain just like chalk All my opps gone die, cuz ain't with that talk All eyes on me, man, I feel like Tupac I think my gun gay, cuz it's shootin' at Ra Lil shawty wanna hang, but I'm like nah And my talibans prayin' to Allah Yah Feel like lil pirates, I get to doubloons Shoot up lil party, I caught me a Koon Cut back on the slack, and I call up my goon I wanna get high, I ain't takin' no shroom I'm feelin' like Travis, highest in the room I'm sippin' that lean, no, this not no prune Say you gone kill me, and I'm like whom? Yeah That boy not my Sswudda, that boy gone die Nigga run up, get dropped if you try Nigga run up, got dropped cuz he pie And I'm in the lab, I feel like Bill Nye I been through it all but I'm not gone cry Keep that lil stick, I keep that lil fye Know you know me, but I don't know I I gotta plug, and that boy Haitian Nigga run up, I fill em' with grainin' He is not real, that boy so stainless Big ass choppa gone leave that boy brainless I'm not Santana, this glock make ya famous I gotta white plug and he racist I do not like em, I told em' stay dangerous Stick to the business before you be famous (Stick to the business before you, Stick to the business before you) (Stick to the business before you get, Stick to the, Yeah) (Stick to the business before you get famous) (Yeah, Stick to the business before you famous, Yeah) (Gang) These niggas broke, I know why they mad I gotta white plug, his name Chad I want some guap and I want it bad That boy a rat, like Ruby and Max Hop in that Audi and it go fast That boy lame, he rockin' that plaid Shawty she buggin', I think she a gnat Damn, lil shawty be buggin, she tickin' me off Leavin' a white stain just like chalk All my opps gone die, cuz ain't with that talk All eyes on me, man, I feel like Tupac I think my gun gay, cuz it's shootin' at Ra Lil shawty wanna hang, but I'm like nah And, my talibans prayin' to Allah