[Hook]
I make him pray to the Lord
I swear to God, you wanna die by the sword? (Wait)
I be puttin’ the work with the fuckin’ metal, till I’m sore
And the tip of the barrel is gettin’ hot, just like a torch
I have to pull up on the block, you can find me out here servin’ on the porch
Blow with your opp, if I run up, I’ma turn him into a corpse
Before it gets hot, if she on it, she go ride it like a horse
Oh my God, motherfucker, I’ma send you to the Lord (Wait)

[Verse 1]
Don’t need more, these motherfuckers always talkin’, can’t afford, they poor
Think they ballin’, think thеy up? But they below the floor
All this monеy in my pocket start to over-pour
And I always pull ‘em on the sight, 'cause I’m the overlord
Think you better than me? You need to practice more
Yeah, I’m the first place, you ain’t even on the board
I be always gettin' money, I’m a connoisseur
I’m always fuckin' on your bitch and now she kinda sore
Take your bitch, she could find the Lord
I shoot him up when I'm outside, with the finest force
And up in my crib, is prolly where you’ll find a whore (Wait, wait)
And then you tell me up, when they be shit, but what you cryin' for?
Huh, what you livin' for? And what you can't afford?
All you talk about, you fuckin’ better, what you dyin' for?
I’m blowin’ up and now I’m hotter than a fire force
I see you, comin’ at your fuckin’ brain and what you tryin' for?
[Verse 2]
Fuck this, feelin’ that I get when a motherfucker
Talkin’ bout that shit, make me sick to my stomach
Hit him with a scope, motherfucker think they valid
But they really couldn't cope
I spend it, and get it, your bitch have to get it
I’m in it, and in it, I’m just like a dentist
I get it, and hit it, just like Rocky did it
Forgive it, and get it, your bitch let me hit it, uh

[Outro]
Made him pray to the Lord
I swear to God, you wanna die by the sword? (Wait)
I be puttin’ the work with that fuckin’ metal, till I’m sore
And the tip of the barrel is gettin’ hot, just like a torch
I have to pull up on the block, you can find me out here servin’ on the porch
Blow with your opp, if I run up, I’ma turn him into a corpse