Ten K at five stores you can't even shop with niggas
Bankroll look like I got a couple options nigga
Lame hoe done f*cked one rapper and think she can talk to niggas
You'll probably never see a fit like this so take a picture
I'm watching niggas steal my swag feel like a babysitter
Since I was born I had the swag look at my baby pictures
My girl bad and my bitch crazy your hoe basic nigga
I'm with some niggas thats throwing some bullets and they tryna dot sum
Foot on the pedal she clear out her schedule whenever I pop up
Shawty geeking she gon' wake up and pop sum
She talking bout broke niggas baby got the wrong one
I come through engine loud as f*ck sound like I shot sum
Two hundred thousand stuffed away and I ain't even drop nun
I took some fine shit out to Prada told her cop sum
My niggas don't even need a car they doing walk ups
Open your eyes you can see the Club Musik everywhere
On sight whenever we see you niggas that's where we gon' dead it there
Whatever I poured my cup done made me gone up pouring red in there
F*ck that nigga I dress better I'm richer and I got better hair
She see me out in France she like Desert Boy be anywhere
Put the album in the Louvre but that you'll never hear
I wake up then count the dead then pick up what to wear
Black truck go to the plane and then I'm out of there
I want some boots I'm in Bottega picking out a pair
My OG still got Activis I can't even tell you where
Pretty boy I spend a hour looking in the mirror
I'm at Chrome Hearts Y'all don't shop here
I'm at Saks drinking wine they got me drunk as hell
I walk out with ten bags I don't look at the bill
Look at the coupe I paint it black a bat out of hell
I fly to Berlin long flight I'm popping half a pill
You said what I ain't hear you tell me how you feel
You said what I ain't hear you tell me how you feel
I don't even pop out I don't even post cause niggas be dick riding
I be in Monaco shaking hands you know I got rich ties
I lay in the sun I roll up a KD it's a 35
They like when Desert Boy start spazzing thought it was AI
Man you niggas gon' pray or sum?
Desert Boy - PRAY OR SUM Lyrics
Desert Boy - PRAY OR SUM Lyrics
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Ten K at five stores you can't even shop with niggas
Bankroll look like I got a couple options nigga
Lame hoe done f*cked one rapper and think she can talk to niggas
You'll probably never see a fit like this so take a picture
I'm watching niggas steal my swag feel like a babysitter
Since I was born I had the swag look at my baby pictures
My girl bad and my bitch crazy your hoe basic nigga
I'm with some niggas thats throwing some bullets and they tryna dot sum
Foot on the pedal she clear out her schedule whenever I pop up
Shawty geeking she gon' wake up and pop sum
She talking bout broke niggas baby got the wrong one
I come through engine loud as f*ck sound like I shot sum
Two hundred thousand stuffed away and I ain't even drop nun
I took some fine shit out to Prada told her cop sum
My niggas don't even need a car they doing walk ups
Open your eyes you can see the Club Musik everywhere
On sight whenever we see you niggas that's where we gon' dead it there
Whatever I poured my cup done made me gone up pouring red in there
F*ck that nigga I dress better I'm richer and I got better hair
She see me out in France she like Desert Boy be anywhere
Put the album in the Louvre but that you'll never hear
I wake up then count the dead then pick up what to wear
Black truck go to the plane and then I'm out of there
I want some boots I'm in Bottega picking out a pair
My OG still got Activis I can't even tell you where
Pretty boy I spend a hour looking in the mirror
I'm at Chrome Hearts Y'all don't shop here
I'm at Saks drinking wine they got me drunk as hell
I walk out with ten bags I don't look at the bill
Look at the coupe I paint it black a bat out of hell
I fly to Berlin long flight I'm popping half a pill
You said what I ain't hear you tell me how you feel
You said what I ain't hear you tell me how you feel
I don't even pop out I don't even post cause niggas be dick riding
I be in Monaco shaking hands you know I got rich ties
I lay in the sun I roll up a KD it's a 35
They like when Desert Boy start spazzing thought it was AI
Man you niggas gon' pray or sum?
Bankroll look like I got a couple options nigga
Lame hoe done f*cked one rapper and think she can talk to niggas
You'll probably never see a fit like this so take a picture
I'm watching niggas steal my swag feel like a babysitter
Since I was born I had the swag look at my baby pictures
My girl bad and my bitch crazy your hoe basic nigga
I'm with some niggas thats throwing some bullets and they tryna dot sum
Foot on the pedal she clear out her schedule whenever I pop up
Shawty geeking she gon' wake up and pop sum
She talking bout broke niggas baby got the wrong one
I come through engine loud as f*ck sound like I shot sum
Two hundred thousand stuffed away and I ain't even drop nun
I took some fine shit out to Prada told her cop sum
My niggas don't even need a car they doing walk ups
Open your eyes you can see the Club Musik everywhere
On sight whenever we see you niggas that's where we gon' dead it there
Whatever I poured my cup done made me gone up pouring red in there
F*ck that nigga I dress better I'm richer and I got better hair
She see me out in France she like Desert Boy be anywhere
Put the album in the Louvre but that you'll never hear
I wake up then count the dead then pick up what to wear
Black truck go to the plane and then I'm out of there
I want some boots I'm in Bottega picking out a pair
My OG still got Activis I can't even tell you where
Pretty boy I spend a hour looking in the mirror
I'm at Chrome Hearts Y'all don't shop here
I'm at Saks drinking wine they got me drunk as hell
I walk out with ten bags I don't look at the bill
Look at the coupe I paint it black a bat out of hell
I fly to Berlin long flight I'm popping half a pill
You said what I ain't hear you tell me how you feel
You said what I ain't hear you tell me how you feel
I don't even pop out I don't even post cause niggas be dick riding
I be in Monaco shaking hands you know I got rich ties
I lay in the sun I roll up a KD it's a 35
They like when Desert Boy start spazzing thought it was AI
Man you niggas gon' pray or sum?
Writer: Desert Boy
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