Prey For Me

Lyrics

[Intro] (Zaytoven) [Verse 1] Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, I'm a trapper, baby All in your city, stopping traffic, baby Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, I'm a trapper, baby All in your city, stopping traffic, baby I fuck all your bitches, no that's not my baby I'm 'bout that cash money just like Slim and Baby They finally see I'm getting out the hood now Niggas actin' like it's all good now I used to steal cars, I got my own now Play wit' me I bet yo brains get blown out I am D.C., nigga, I run D.C Them rap niggas, they ain't really from D.C They look at me, and they see what they wanna be I know they plottin' so I keep my gun on me Nigga, my niggas hittas, they'll come and getcha You's a ugly actor, boy, Forest Whitaker I gets lots of cheese, just like a tortilla My whole gang in cages, I need more gorillas Niggas talkin' bout killin' me, so I keep my artillery Run up on Glizzy I'll turn yo ass to rotisserie My bitch dumb like Hilary, but we got a great history You thinkin' 'bout dissin' me, send yo ass on delivery I remember when it wasn't no hope for the future And those ain't my guys, those shooters Don't let these rappers fool ya, they faker than they jeweler That Glock salamu alaykum, but that K, he hallelujah [Bridge] Oh Lord! Prey for me Big Glizzy, nigga! Im goin' in again! [Verse 2] Never been to the White House, just the house with the white Play wit' one of my niggas gon have to fight fa' ya life Double G in the hood, just like roaches and mice Eating off of one pie, no you can't have a slice I was coolin' on South Beach, met a bitch she from Cuba She a part of the cartel, say her uncle the ruler Rob a nigga for his bands and spend that shit at the jeweler Just make sure you mask up, and keep that shit off computers It was hot dogs and beans, now it's hunned dollar wings I had holes in my jeans now I'm a fucking diesel fiend Them rap niggas kept on sellin' me dreams Got my bands up now I'm the Mark Cuban of this team I was gon' catch one of them, come to my city I'm gunnin' em I hope God punish them before I kill one of them All excited, all my youngins and them Mama like I'm proud of him Then found out it ain't shit Thankful I'm not one of them Thankful I'm not one of them Prey for me, aw