#PRAY4FARGO (ft. Tory Lanez)

Fuckin' with this bad little bitch that never had a father

All she do is call me daddy, he don't have to bother

I finessed her with the game, I don't have to call her

You finessed with the your bands, boy you had to sprawl her

Used to whip, lock and rock, dish it all up

All this jiggas in my kitchen, tryna get the potluck (Uh)

Tits out, still stuntin', bad hoes still fuckin'

Pulled in, top down, backed up, still frontin'

Ah man, just in, this little nigga still got it

Hit your hoe way back when she a little bitch, still thot it

Still 'bout it and you read 'bout it

Still got an Audemar, Rollie [?] time I can kill

Maybe it's a couple seconds I can kill out it

I don't got no time for it, I ain't got no rhyme for it

I can do a whole hook on a beat, I don't even need a line for it

I don't even need a verse for it, I don't even need a verse for it

Come in singin' one time (ahhh), motherfucker, that's a hearse for it

Niggas wanna make boss moves but don't ever wanna work for it

I got hoes that'll work for it, I got hoes that'll twerk for it

I got hoes that'll fuck the whole 50 nights on a world tour for it

I got hoes want make moves, I got hoes that'll do things

Hit your face like Liu Kang, bitch I'm hot like blue flames

White and red with the blue veins, niggas talkin' ain't a new thing

I got bitches havin' mood swings, 'bout to buy them bitches mood rings

Ahh, see this is serious, bitches delirious

Nigga, I'm serious, shit is ridiculous

I'm sicker than all of you bitches with syphilis

 

I was at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame when I ran into Tory Lanez

That was 2016, now my team is boarding planes

Spitting scorching flames, plotting on immortal fame

Already got the fortune in portions but it's still more to gain

Remember the pain I retained from hanging around y'all?

Now it's pouring rain on the one's who prayed on my downfall

Guion Creek, they needed me, I was a straight-A student

I'm blocking birds like Dedee 'cause my thoughtful bae ain't stupid

Face the music, nobody finds it funny, you may be useless

Lacking money? Baby, we laughing at you for great amusement

While we on our way to the bank, you making a statement? Prove it

Claim her booty real but we see it's fake as the Megan shooting

I told her send a pic of it and I'm gon get it framed

But by the time I leave this pool party, I might forget her name

Plus, I got this new shawty, she wanna get engaged

It's Clyde Cyrus, the greatest artist from Fort Wayne