Lyrics Fern - Her Ex

This one for the kid
Pay your respect
If they want smoke imma hand them cigarettes
Real talk
I′m praying for you
Bad girls turned good just to pray for you

Had her in the church, memorizing scriptures
Two prays better then a Lone Ranger
Real talk
Pray got a
Power like Kanye
Or bitten in the neck like Sasuke
Text game wack no cap I dun needed Ferrenstein where he at
Where he at
He probably in the back with a girl 10 times badder then you ever had

Hyper then some Bape
Mixed with some Supreme
Some Supreme
Girls look better with no make up
5 am I'm still up
Blame it on these damn drugs
Damn drugs
Damn drugs better pay off

Doa in the AM slaying Satan
Off White my fit Dalmatians

I′m praying for you
Bad girls turn good just to pray for you

Slithering past
A bunch of fake friends and you wonder where they at
Probably in the grass
When times get tough you going to know who got your back

I got it
JP riding in the cockpit
Damn we fresh
You ain't flyer then our outfits
On the way to Indonesia
With a couple Philippinas
Bad little women I've been praying cause i′m sining
I′ve got Fern on my left
Zach with a guest
10k IG
You know what it is
Don't play no games
Girls drive me insane
IV in my veins
Family in my brain
Real Talk
Oh my God

Pray for the kid
From the city where dreams never live
From the city where we never rock 6
This your city we going to always represent

Pay your respect
If they want smoke imma hand them cigarettes
Real talk
I′m praying for you
Bad girls turned good just to pray for you
Pray for the kid

Pray for the kid
From the city where dreams never live
From the city where we never rock 6
This your city we going to always represent

Fern
See you in the morning