Pray 4 Us - Trippie Redd

I used to think about immature things

You know, like, "Do you love me?

Do you want me?

Are you gonna call me like you said you would?

Is this really your real phone number?"

And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube

Yeah, you see-through

Bite from a snake, lethal

Woke up rockin' Evisu

If you don't wanna stay, why keep you?

In the rain where I leave you

You ain't gang why would I piece you?

Like, what's up?

More money, more love

AP, two-tone

I was outside with that chrome

Maybach ready to go

Look at my neck, it's covered in stones

Look at my yard, it's covered in bones

King of the hill

All of my family is royalty, nigga, you better kneel

Don't gotta talk 'bout respect in this shit, you know the real

Don't gotta talk 'bout my blessings and shit, you know the real

I don't want that fake love, it ain't real

It ain't much to say, love, it's 2 AM

I'm crazy 'bout your love

Go over and above

You know I'm pourin' up, smokin' on that gas

I'm a demon in the night time, leave him in the past

When I fuck that bitch she call me, "Dad"

She say that's the best love that she ever had

Shit, you gotta get in your bag

You gotta get to the cash, you gotta get it and digital dash

Steppin' on shit, keep a Glock and mask

Turnin' your plaid tie-dye

Throwin' up bands in G5

Double C bag on T-Y

Don't wanna see him reachin'

It's late night and we creepin'

This her class but I teach her

I don't give a shit about Oxford

Better go get you a doctor

Better go get you a Perc'

That boy in pain, he hurt

Leave that lil' bitch in the dirt

Put the lil' bitch on a shirt

Candlelight shit, fly high

R.I.P. Spook, R.I.P. 9

See a opp, then drop me the dime

We ain't worried 'bout shit or time

Leave that boy stinkin', hard time

Psycho, out of my mind

I think I'm Picasso, I'm paintin' your ride, bah

Red rum, hundred shots, pussy, you're done

Run up the bread, it was crumbs

Now I got a damn green thumb

Now I got a pair of green lungs

My mama told me the devil a liar

My auntie in here speakin' tongues

I'll get to the top, I'ma lunge

I know I'm the shit but they'll never plunge

My Draco got kick so you better run

I'm takin' a pic with my bitch in the sun, yeah

That boy Michael Vick, that boy like to run

I'm out with the gang, no clique, no squad

You know we the gang, you know we the mob