Текст песни Prayin' 2 Allah! - YGS TXY!

(Gang, Gang)
(Gang, Gang)
(Gang, Gang, Gang)
These niggas broke, I know why they mad
I gotta white plug, his name Chad
I want some guap and I want it bad
That boy a rat, like Ruby and Max
Hop in that Audi and it go fast
That boy lame, he rockin' that plaid
Shawty she buggin', I think she a gnat
Damn, lil shawty be buggin', she tickin' me off
Leavin' a white stain just like chalk
All my opps gone die, cuz ain't with that talk
All eyes on me, man, I feel like Tupac
I think my gun gay, cuz it's shootin' at Ra
Lil shawty wanna hang, but I'm like nah
And my talibans prayin' to Allah

Yah
Feel like lil pirates, I get to doubloons
Shoot up lil party, I caught me a Koon
Cut back on the slack, and I call up my goon
I wanna get high, I ain't takin' no shroom
I'm feelin' like Travis, highest in the room
I'm sippin' that lean, no, this not no prune
Say you gone kill me, and I'm like whom?

Yeah
That boy not my Sswudda, that boy gone die
Nigga run up, get dropped if you try
Nigga run up, got dropped cuz he pie
And I'm in the lab, I feel like Bill Nye
I been through it all but I'm not gone cry
Keep that lil stick, I keep that lil fye
Know you know me, but I don't know I
I gotta plug, and that boy Haitian
Nigga run up, I fill em' with grainin'
He is not real, that boy so stainless
Big ass choppa gone leave that boy brainless
I'm not Santana, this glock make ya famous
I gotta white plug and he racist
I do not like em, I told em' stay dangerous
Stick to the business before you be famous
(Stick to the business before you, Stick to the business before you)
(Stick to the business before you get, Stick to the, Yeah)
(Stick to the business before you get famous)
(Yeah, Stick to the business before you famous, Yeah)

(Gang) These niggas broke, I know why they mad
I gotta white plug, his name Chad
I want some guap and I want it bad
That boy a rat, like Ruby and Max
Hop in that Audi and it go fast
That boy lame, he rockin' that plaid
Shawty she buggin', I think she a gnat
Damn, lil shawty be buggin, she tickin' me off
Leavin' a white stain just like chalk
All my opps gone die, cuz ain't with that talk
All eyes on me, man, I feel like Tupac
I think my gun gay, cuz it's shootin' at Ra
Lil shawty wanna hang, but I'm like nah
And, my talibans prayin' to Allah