Praise the Lord (feat. Lex Bratcher)

Aye
Yeah
Bitch
Aye, cold to the feet
Mixin’ matchin’ different brands, and my shit be lookin’ clean oh yeah
Got a brand new bitch in a brand new whip tryna roll around with me oh yeah
Praise the lord ‘fore I sleep
Praise the lord ‘fore I eat
He been lookin’ after me oh yeah
Stay sneakin’ on my name
Come and say it to my face
And I’m bussin’ out them teeth oh yeah
Buss em out buss em out buss em out buss em out
Said she wanna fuck me for the clout
Said he got the drip, well we ringin’ him out
Fuck his shawty in his bed, put down a towel like uh
Let you talk that cap, uh uh
Like to watch her work it from the back to the front
Might just kick her out when we done
But she gon’ hit my line cuz she know I’m the one
Bitch
Yeah I’m the one
Put on for my city 304 where I’m from
If her man callin’ tell him we ain’t fuckin’ done
Hit him in the front, in the chest, in the lung
Why you speakin’, bitch you better watch yo fuckin’ tongue
Bitch your boyfriend strung off this rock he a bum
Watch her while she go and she take bump after bump
Shake that ass on my dick, bum biddy bum
Huh
Aye, cold to the feet
Mixin’ matchin’ different brands, and my shit be lookin’ clean oh yeah
Got a brand new bitch in a brand new whip tryna roll around with me oh yeah
Praise the lord ‘fore I sleep
Praise the lord ‘fore I eat
He been lookin’ after me oh yeah
Stay sneakin’ on my name
Come and say it to my face
And I’m bussin’ out them teeth oh yeah
Aye, cold to the feet
Mixin’ matchin’ different brands, and my shit be lookin’ clean oh yeah
Got a brand new bitch in a brand new whip tryna roll around with me oh yeah
Praise the lord ‘fore I sleep
Praise the lord ‘fore I eat
He been lookin’ after me oh yeah
Stay sneakin’ on my name
Come and say it to my face
And I’m bussin’ out them teeth oh yeah
Aye blow every week, we be matchin’ with the tree, and we smokin’ Cali weed oh yeah
I might pull up in the Beam', when we skirt up to the scene
And now they know where we be oh yeah
Ah shit
Lil Shark and I got plaques
Smokin’ it in the coupe we finna take it to the max
They act like we new to this and that we really wack
Where they do that at
I don’t know, but they should check the math look
Slow it down and you better get yo mans
I don’t do no talkin’ get to walkin’ check yo stance
Choppa have em lookin’ kinda shit that make em dance
When I pull up with the semi slidin’ doors on minivans huh
Praise the lord before you try to take my space
He yo man
He fucked you
Oh shawty how I taste
Talk to hand
Wait talk to the Rolly
Cuz mm technically you still talkin’ to my face huh yuh
Aye, cold to the feet
Mixin’ matchin’ different brands, and my shit be lookin’ clean oh yeah
Got a brand new bitch in a brand new whip tryna roll around with me oh yeah
Praise the lord ‘fore I sleep
Praise the lord ‘fore I eat
He been lookin’ after me oh yeah
Stay sneakin’ on my name
Come and say it to my face
And I’m bussin’ out them teeth oh yeah