(Hail-Hail-Hailmary)
Say you gone slide, nigga we gone see
I got it under control, capeesh?
I know yo hoe, she gone fold for me
'Cause I'll let it blow fore ever tryna preach
Y'all niggas ain't on nun, I'm off the leash
Niggas be all bark, where da teeth?
Niggas be so fed, they police
So my choppa got kick nigga, Rock Lee
Now I'm in a high sped, top speed
Hop in coupe then we flee the scene
A hunnid on the dash and a dream
Shit so loud it wake a nigga out his sleep
Made them hoes in the back take a seat hoe
I told them chill cause it ain't that deep bruh
How you a thug, but you takin plea?
Bitch I guess it's some secrets you just can't keep
Like how many racks can I make in a week?
Or how much longer is the muhf*ckin beat?
Or what would happen if that lil nigga reached?
This nigga gone ever make a part 3?
F*ck it I guess we'll just have to wait and see
But this hoe tryna come through for birds and the bee's
Hoe I put it on cause this shit ain't cheap
Hoe this ain't no juice, I got blood on my jeans
I left that hoe cause she just love when I bleed
But someone tell me why it had to be me
Bitch I was always 10 toes, kept it a g and shit
I was always there for you whenever needed
Bitch how you so self centered and conceited
I'm breaking it here cause the cycles repeating
No I can't go back broke, told that hoe beat it
Now she want her back broke, I'm tryna beat it
Think I want yo help lil bro? I don't need it
One of the best out, I might just be it
Thought you was top 10 though I don't see it
You thought you was sunning shit till you got eclipsed uh huh
I'm mister can't take a bitch serious
I'm mister hop in coupe and fifth gear it
I'm mister walk in Neiman's and I clear it-
Mister he don't sound nun like his appearance
You niggas hoes, it's becoming apparent-
Like bro how you hate, but catching every lyric?
Should be more worried bout ya lil hoe staring
Might cop me that new tesla with auto steering
I ripped me a hole in the game and it's tearing
Wider it get, closer I get to McLaren
Wider it get, wider my pockets get, no I'm not sharing
My pockets they fat like Clarence
We finna spin his whole block like a ferris
Sniper gang, way I walk round with a barrett uh huh
Hail Mary - mr.fr ll (feat. !Chvsefr) Lyrics
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(Hail-Hail-Hailmary)
Say you gone slide, nigga we gone see
I got it under control, capeesh?
I know yo hoe, she gone fold for me
'Cause I'll let it blow fore ever tryna preach
Y'all niggas ain't on nun, I'm off the leash
Niggas be all bark, where da teeth?
Niggas be so fed, they police
So my choppa got kick nigga, Rock Lee
Now I'm in a high sped, top speed
Hop in coupe then we flee the scene
A hunnid on the dash and a dream
Shit so loud it wake a nigga out his sleep
Made them hoes in the back take a seat hoe
I told them chill cause it ain't that deep bruh
How you a thug, but you takin plea?
Bitch I guess it's some secrets you just can't keep
Like how many racks can I make in a week?
Or how much longer is the muhf*ckin beat?
Or what would happen if that lil nigga reached?
This nigga gone ever make a part 3?
F*ck it I guess we'll just have to wait and see
But this hoe tryna come through for birds and the bee's
Hoe I put it on cause this shit ain't cheap
Hoe this ain't no juice, I got blood on my jeans
I left that hoe cause she just love when I bleed
But someone tell me why it had to be me
Bitch I was always 10 toes, kept it a g and shit
I was always there for you whenever needed
Bitch how you so self centered and conceited
I'm breaking it here cause the cycles repeating
No I can't go back broke, told that hoe beat it
Now she want her back broke, I'm tryna beat it
Think I want yo help lil bro? I don't need it
One of the best out, I might just be it
Thought you was top 10 though I don't see it
You thought you was sunning shit till you got eclipsed uh huh
I'm mister can't take a bitch serious
I'm mister hop in coupe and fifth gear it
I'm mister walk in Neiman's and I clear it-
Mister he don't sound nun like his appearance
You niggas hoes, it's becoming apparent-
Like bro how you hate, but catching every lyric?
Should be more worried bout ya lil hoe staring
Might cop me that new tesla with auto steering
I ripped me a hole in the game and it's tearing
Wider it get, closer I get to McLaren
Wider it get, wider my pockets get, no I'm not sharing
My pockets they fat like Clarence
We finna spin his whole block like a ferris
Sniper gang, way I walk round with a barrett uh huh
Say you gone slide, nigga we gone see
I got it under control, capeesh?
I know yo hoe, she gone fold for me
'Cause I'll let it blow fore ever tryna preach
Y'all niggas ain't on nun, I'm off the leash
Niggas be all bark, where da teeth?
Niggas be so fed, they police
So my choppa got kick nigga, Rock Lee
Now I'm in a high sped, top speed
Hop in coupe then we flee the scene
A hunnid on the dash and a dream
Shit so loud it wake a nigga out his sleep
Made them hoes in the back take a seat hoe
I told them chill cause it ain't that deep bruh
How you a thug, but you takin plea?
Bitch I guess it's some secrets you just can't keep
Like how many racks can I make in a week?
Or how much longer is the muhf*ckin beat?
Or what would happen if that lil nigga reached?
This nigga gone ever make a part 3?
F*ck it I guess we'll just have to wait and see
But this hoe tryna come through for birds and the bee's
Hoe I put it on cause this shit ain't cheap
Hoe this ain't no juice, I got blood on my jeans
I left that hoe cause she just love when I bleed
But someone tell me why it had to be me
Bitch I was always 10 toes, kept it a g and shit
I was always there for you whenever needed
Bitch how you so self centered and conceited
I'm breaking it here cause the cycles repeating
No I can't go back broke, told that hoe beat it
Now she want her back broke, I'm tryna beat it
Think I want yo help lil bro? I don't need it
One of the best out, I might just be it
Thought you was top 10 though I don't see it
You thought you was sunning shit till you got eclipsed uh huh
I'm mister can't take a bitch serious
I'm mister hop in coupe and fifth gear it
I'm mister walk in Neiman's and I clear it-
Mister he don't sound nun like his appearance
You niggas hoes, it's becoming apparent-
Like bro how you hate, but catching every lyric?
Should be more worried bout ya lil hoe staring
Might cop me that new tesla with auto steering
I ripped me a hole in the game and it's tearing
Wider it get, closer I get to McLaren
Wider it get, wider my pockets get, no I'm not sharing
My pockets they fat like Clarence
We finna spin his whole block like a ferris
Sniper gang, way I walk round with a barrett uh huh
Writer: chvse fr
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