then you losin' your life
i ain't prayin' to christ
call me a boss like i'm nino
bitches gon' do what i say so
told her to keep all the change
hop on that booty like kangol
got her geeked up like fabo
i blow a bag if you ain't know
snap of the finger like thanos
she a freak like a pisces
don't let all this r&b shit fool you
then you losin' your life
i ain't prayin' to christ
i'll teach you how to rob
they killed my man and we stood on the block
i got them bands and i move the rock
i'm off the xans and i'm off the wock'
i'm around like the clock
iron and the six deuce right on the stove
all of my niggas won't bend and won't fold
they know a young nigga back on the road
and i still keep me a pole
i got that coke if you play with your nose
and my young niggas still movin' that dope
then you losin' your life
i ain't prayin' to christ
then you losin' your life
i ain't prayin' to christ