Fred The Godson - Prey Lyrics
Fifth from the side, that ball gonna leaveHis soul sitting in a pile when my snub nose bleedThey come to coffin and wakeMom's praying that I change like an orphan or playerBut Fred range like'I leave your engine running, head blown in your vanThese matics come off the benchesDick Tracy, Inspector GadgetMy niggas still in the trenches, you niggas got nothing for meGlory is in the 40, I clutch, that be the storyGot Cory calling me'TBM militia*****, you could be married, these clips ain't gonna miss youI'm a fisher, keep yapping awayIt can happen today, had me whiling out these cannons and get you carried awayMy name godY'all better pray for 'emBefore I prey on 'emIt's in God's hands nowIt's in God's hands nowY'all better pray for 'emBefore I prey on 'emIt's in God's hands nowIt's in God's hands nowHail Mary, our FatherI'm on some other shitThat I wouldn't give a ***** if he with some other shitTrifle, higher damage, gonna manageGet your brother split with bananas and rubber gribsI should ***** up your fatherYou ball as hard as your mother didI'm angry as'on a double dipIf you ain't talking about money suck a dickYour face'you thinkBefore I ever truck your shit I'll drive it in the lakeWill teach a duck a trickYou ain't sell for shitAll I have for supper is a ball of air and a couple spitAll I ever wanted was money and a percussion mixAin't been lusting since but trust itI would want your ***** if we was talking some disgusting shitRushing our hush to strip, busting and dusting shitI'm still smoking, I burned my thigh when I tucked this shitMilitia, we up in this, Frederico, my brotherJust let me keep all the guns, you keep the 'and other shitY'all better pray for 'emBefore I prey on 'emIt's in God's hands nowIt's in God's hands nowY'all better pray for 'emBefore I prey on 'emIt's in God's hands nowIt's in God's hands nowHail Mary, our Father
