[Verse 1: Fred The Godson]
Fifth from the side, that ball gonna leave
His soul sitting up high when my snub nose bleeds
Then come the coffin and wake
Moms praying that I change like an offering plate
But Fred range like Van Horn
I leave your engine running, head blown in your van homez
These matics come off the benches
Dick Tracy, Inspector Gadget
My n***as still in the trenches, you n***as got nothing for me
Glory is in the 40 I clutch, that be the story
Got Cory calling me [?]..TBM militia
Bitch, you could be married, these clips ain't gonna miss ya
I'm a fisher, keep yapping away
It can happen today
Had me wildin' out these cannons and get you carried away
My name God


[Hook: Fred The Godson]
Y'all better pray for 'em
Before I prey on 'em
It's in God's hands now
It's in God's hands now (Hail Mary)
Y'all better pray for 'em (Our father)
Before I prey on 'em (Hail Mary)
It's in God's hands now (Our father)
It's in God's hands now

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
I'm on some other shit
That I dont give a fuck if he with his mother shit
Triff, How your damage gon' manage
To get your brother split with bananas and rubber grips
I should fuck up your father
You about as hard as your mother dick[?]
I'm angry as club a lang[?] on a double dip
If you ain't talking about money, suck a dick
Your face is ..[?] you fake
Before I ever truck your shit I'll drive it in the lake
And teach a duck a trick
You ain't sell for shit
All I have for supper is a bowl of air and a cup of spit
All I ever wanted was money and a percussion mix
Ain't been lusting since but trust it
I would want your bitch if we was talking some disgusting shit
Rushing our hush the strip, busting and dust this shit
I'm still smoking, I burned my thigh when I tucked this shit
Militia, we up in this, Frederico, my brother
Just let me keep all the guns, you keep the perico and other shit

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