Preaching

Lyrics

[Verse] Duke's like, "What you got that for?", I'm like, "It's just in case I gotta spray a fuck nigga all in his face" Bae, you know that I'm the catch so I can never chase You on my roster, startin' five if you know your place If you know your road I still think about them times how you did me bold Damn, I thought that we was gang, why you break the code? We should've knew from the beginnin' that you would have fold Wish I could fuck every bad bitch, I got a problem If Ruby Rose'll let me fuck, I will not wear a condom Ridin' with security, I feel just like Obama I'm up early gettin' to it, man, RIP the Mamba You not gon' win, you got the wrong mentality Bein' broke is a jokе, you cannot laugh at me I don't really think you ballin', bro, your stats are wеak I don't really say too much, you know that talk is cheap I'm really tired of these niggas and these lame hoes Actin' like they up but they still share clothes Actin' like we kin, you know I do not know you, dude She suck it whenever I tell her, don't matter her mood All that style you be bitin', hope you gettin' sued I'm goin' for the fast money, this ain't Family Fued I'll rather get jumped before I jump the broom 'Cause these hoes fake as hell like in a planet, boo White buffs, white Crocs, I look just like a brick Doggie bone would've been alive but he forgot his stick I'm out here fuckin' all these hoes, lookin' for my bitch I cannot lie, until then, yours gettin' hit Nice, that is fuckin' sick All night claim that he a demon When you get some fame, why niggas hate you for no reason? Why they lock him up? Because unc' was always tweakin' I don't even rap, I swear to God that I be preachin' [Outro] [?] niggas a deacon A suit I really do this shit, man Or gang do, for real ShittyBoyz shit