"Pray For The Opps" lyrics

Aye
Damn
Aye

Baby give me some cash

Okay my strap came from the block and my shirt was made in france
One thing about me different I had a chain before my advance
I set flame to all these bridges and watch 'em burn w/ all my friends
If you don't like the way I'm livin' then let me know bae this ya chance
I whip the plate in the trap this mornin' for breakfast nigga that's all I had today
Migo pray for the opps on the otherside when they people passed away
Seen niggas that changed they life when they left the hood and do what the pastor says
And every Sunday I speak w/ God about the sins I commited on Saturday
We don't bleed the same I bleed the streets made a million w/ my talents
I wake up I talk to God my whole life I been chasin' balance
See these streets feel like a maze say it ain't nothin' but a challenge
I turn water into wine and drink tequila by the gallon
Aye if we ain't fuckin' on the first night there can't be no way our souls attached
I might flirt w/ a bitch at bar and ask what's her zodiac
She got double c's on her purse its the little things and I notice that
Still go home to my bitch and park my car by the cul de sac

Okay my strap came from the block and my shirt was made in france
One thing about me different I had a chain before my advance
I set flame to all these bridges and watch 'em burn w/ all my friends
If you don't like the way I'm livin' then let me know bae this ya chance
I whip the plate in the trap this mornin' for breakfast nigga that's all I had today
Migo pray for the opps on the otherside when they people passed away
Seen niggas that changed they life when they left the hood and do what the pastor says
And every Sunday I speak w/ God about the sins I commited on Saturday