Kenzo Balla - Pray 4 Me lyrics
[Kenzo Balla - Pray 4 Me lyrics]
Grrah-grrah, boom like, like
Every opp shot grrah-grrah, boom
MB, MB ahh
What they rappin' 'bout, we really live it
What they talkin' 'bout, we really did it
Get up real close and send
Shots at his fitted
Keep a knock, I'ma flock any minute
Spot a opp, he get knocked off his pivot
That's a new nigga took up off the hit list
We vicious, no missin'
We catch them niggas, I bet we dismiss 'em
I'm still tryna leave a nigga where he at
Get him gone and ain't no comin' back
I just got a 40 wit' the beam attached
I'm tryna put a nigga in the pack
Too official, can't afford to lack
Sippin' muddy, leanin' off the Ac'
Once I back out the sitchy
Niggas runnin' track
Bеst believe if thеy throwing shots
We throwin' back
Feel like Rocky, who gon' stop me?
He get flocked if niggas movin' oppy
Keep a choppy 'cause shit can get wocky
You gon' get shot if you
Think you gon' box me keep a Glocky
And just know I'ma flock this shit
If these niggas movin' oppy
I'm a sleezy nigga, you should watch me
If I feel like it's a line I'ma flock three
It's a whole lotta blocks we done bent
It's a whole lotta shots we done sent
Sendin' shots to his chest
Leave him drenched
He wasn't movin' right so he got left
Off a perky we spinnin' through they 'jects
A lotta opps lackin', I wonder who next
Don't get left, 'cause my 'ooters
They fiendin' they itchin'
Tryna leave him stretched
Smokin' Country, he top of the shelf
Keep a 380 under my belt
Hit his stomach, he gaspin' for help
Hollows tips hit him, it fucked up his health
Free my demons that's locked in them cells
Keep a scalpel, givin' niggas hell
And we still givin' niggas shells
That boy tried to get away, but then he fell
So you know what we did
Back out the knock and it flocked at his wig
And I'm getting tired of these kids
They dissin' in songs, but
They hidin' and shit, like
An-And we really slidin' and shit
One false move and I'm firin' shit, like
They be rappin' and lyin' and shit
Then they wonderin' why all they
Mans dyin' and shit, like
I'm with Rayy, I'm with B Wokk
And we all got knocks, so that's three chops
Broad day, let the heat flock
If he make a wrong move nigga, he shot
Never lackin', I keep me a G-Lock
Kenzo B, MB, yeah, bitch I'm the Ewokk
Make the scene hot
Fuck the chest, I been aimin' for his head
Tryna flock at his treetop
What they rappin' 'bout, we really live it
What they talkin' 'bout, we really did it
Get up real close and send
Shots at his fitted
Keep a knock, I'ma flock any minute
Spot an opp, he get knocked off his pivot
That's a new nigga took up off the hit list
We vicious, no missin'
We catch them niggas, I bet we dismiss 'em
Grrah, grrah-grrah boom every opp shot, ahh
Grrah, like grrah-grrah, boom
Like mB
Every opp shot grrah-grrah, boom
MB, MB ahh
What they rappin' 'bout, we really live it
What they talkin' 'bout, we really did it
Get up real close and send
Shots at his fitted
Keep a knock, I'ma flock any minute
Spot a opp, he get knocked off his pivot
That's a new nigga took up off the hit list
We vicious, no missin'
We catch them niggas, I bet we dismiss 'em
I'm still tryna leave a nigga where he at
Get him gone and ain't no comin' back
I just got a 40 wit' the beam attached
I'm tryna put a nigga in the pack
Too official, can't afford to lack
Sippin' muddy, leanin' off the Ac'
Once I back out the sitchy
Niggas runnin' track
Bеst believe if thеy throwing shots
We throwin' back
Feel like Rocky, who gon' stop me?
He get flocked if niggas movin' oppy
Keep a choppy 'cause shit can get wocky
You gon' get shot if you
Think you gon' box me keep a Glocky
And just know I'ma flock this shit
If these niggas movin' oppy
I'm a sleezy nigga, you should watch me
If I feel like it's a line I'ma flock three
It's a whole lotta blocks we done bent
It's a whole lotta shots we done sent
Sendin' shots to his chest
Leave him drenched
He wasn't movin' right so he got left
Off a perky we spinnin' through they 'jects
A lotta opps lackin', I wonder who next
Don't get left, 'cause my 'ooters
They fiendin' they itchin'
Tryna leave him stretched
Smokin' Country, he top of the shelf
Keep a 380 under my belt
Hit his stomach, he gaspin' for help
Hollows tips hit him, it fucked up his health
Free my demons that's locked in them cells
Keep a scalpel, givin' niggas hell
And we still givin' niggas shells
That boy tried to get away, but then he fell
So you know what we did
Back out the knock and it flocked at his wig
And I'm getting tired of these kids
They dissin' in songs, but
They hidin' and shit, like
An-And we really slidin' and shit
One false move and I'm firin' shit, like
They be rappin' and lyin' and shit
Then they wonderin' why all they
Mans dyin' and shit, like
I'm with Rayy, I'm with B Wokk
And we all got knocks, so that's three chops
Broad day, let the heat flock
If he make a wrong move nigga, he shot
Never lackin', I keep me a G-Lock
Kenzo B, MB, yeah, bitch I'm the Ewokk
Make the scene hot
Fuck the chest, I been aimin' for his head
Tryna flock at his treetop
What they rappin' 'bout, we really live it
What they talkin' 'bout, we really did it
Get up real close and send
Shots at his fitted
Keep a knock, I'ma flock any minute
Spot an opp, he get knocked off his pivot
That's a new nigga took up off the hit list
We vicious, no missin'
We catch them niggas, I bet we dismiss 'em
Grrah, grrah-grrah boom every opp shot, ahh
Grrah, like grrah-grrah, boom
Like mB