Prayer - Intellectual

[Intro]

I’m-

[Chorus]

Hop out the PJ then get on the yacht

Probably stay worried ‘bout money I got

Stop pocket watchin’, ain’t worried 'bout what you got (Woah)

Fell asleep, nodding off of the Wock

Woke up next morning to a pretty thot

She foreign, Brazil, she callin’ me papi (BNYX)

[Verse]

Yeah, yeah

It’s like a domino effect with all these hoes

The way that I’m knockin’ them down, one by one, that’s how that shit go

She eatin’ me up, it’s so good, yeah

She do that shit just like a pro (Woah)

Woah

I'm with Luh Kranky on stage, we paid for days, lil' nigga, okay (Yeah)

I wanted this shit in my way, I’m runnin' up rackades everyday

Go play in this one, I’ll crack your noggin like some Crème Brûlée

I know this shit I’m finna say is cliché, but at your shit like a temp fade, yeah

Aight, let me hop on with some swag

I’m up in my bag, she shakin’ that ass

Long as she keep shakin’ that ass, she gon’ keep bein’ able to brag

Just hopped out of first class

Just me and Jason, we got jet lag

24/7 in the stu’, that’s how I generate these motherfuckin’ blues

Bitch, I’m poppin’ these blues, I’m sipping on juice, I don't sip on Grey Goose

In the two-tone Maybach truck, this bitch get to bouncin’ like a kangaroo

With my dawgs hangin’ out of the roof, but them niggas no-rules, them niggas gon’ shoot

Got the title to this Maybach, lil’ bitch, I could show you the motherfuckin’ proof

This bitch got some motherfuckin’ guala

This bitch pull a white man daughter

Started poppin’ them blues up in Florida

Swear to God, these bitches make me smarter

This bitch said she likin’ my twin

I just told the bitch I’ll do my thing

In the big body, take up two lanes

This bitch gave me Helmut Lang

I ain’t the one to buy you a ring

I ain’t the one to pop out with you out up in public, but baby girl, you know I got fame

These drugs keepin’ me sane

In the 'Cat, blowin’ out the brain

On the moon, thinkin’ bout everything

This shit turning out strange (I’m working on dying, BNYX)

Hoes moan my name

They wanna fuck me now

I’ll buy you a Patek Philippe if you gon' hold shit down

Stop fuckin’ with these clowns

And when it’s finna go down, I’m ten toes on the fuckin’ ground

My brothers put they trust in me, I’ll spray the whole sixty rounds

I like my bitches brown

That pussy got me like “Wow”

That shit got me like “Woah”

You tryna take my soul

Won’t bend, I won’t fold

In the can, I’m ten toes

That big Doodie up on a soul

You know how that shit go (Shh)

I’m gettin my M’s

I ain’t takin no L’s

Hell nah, I’m not them

Bitch, you'll go to hell

And I’ma meet you there

And that’s real shit, I don’t care, yeah

Yeah, sippin’ on this drank, it feel like I’m fallin’ down the stairs

I’m poppin’ my shit two times, three times, this shit ain’t fair

She sit on this dick like a chair, she feel me anywhere without a care

That’s why I fuck with you, baby girl, this probably why we was meant to be together

She stuck on me just like some feathers

I just spilled some lean on my leather

And I think this shit gon’ last forever

Not talkin’ 'bout you, talkin’ ‘bout the cheddar

Anytime and any weather

And you know that I’ma fuck you better

I’m on drugs, baby, say a prayer