Prayer Hands - QUE.

One thing I can’t stand

Is a drunk ass ho

Went through like a hundred bands

Strictly to blow

Where I’m from like gangland

Stay on the floor

And I don’t really like to shake hands

With niggas I don’t know

Smoke out the back, fuck up some cash

New paper tag, peel off like a scab

If I’m broke I’ma spazz, get the ski mask

Hop out the van, make the prayer hands

One thing I can’t stand

Is a drunk ass ho

If I fuck you bitch, I ain’t stayin'

I gots to go

Fucked up like a hundred bands

‘Cause I got some more

And I ain’t even tryna be mad

‘Cause I heard you was a ho

Que pop tags, know tags and bags

Hit you with the pound, I don’t shake dirty ass hands

Fuck foreplay, won’t kiss your dirty ass neck

I already got a dirty ass Sprite full of Tech

Playin' with the check, fuck around and get wet

Chanel wanna step, treat fits like bell

Beat a nigga’s ass with a Burberry belt

Thousand dollar whip, I’m with designer welt

What them niggas smokin' always top shelf

Sippin' on the lean, cream soda cocktail

Five main bales in my drop mail

Pull up drop top, it’s not fair

Leanin' like a rocking char

Christians, I just copped a pair

Condoms, I will not go bare

I hope she got some top to spare

One thing I can’t stand

Is a drunk ass ho

Went through like a hundred bands

Strictly to blow

Where I’m from like gangland

Stay on the floor

And I don’t really like to shake hands

With niggas I don’t know

Smoke out the back, fuck up some cash

New paper tag, peel off like a scab

If I’m broke I’ma spazz, get the ski mask

Hop out the van, make the prayer hands

Gucci mask my dope mask

Red white like a Coke can

She gon' suck it with no hands

I’m a dog, I ain’t with the romance

Que pop shit, pop seals and sticks

Hit hoes like a jack boy hit licks

Fuck beatin' round the bush tryna give a ho a hint

I tell a bitch quick, get your shit you gotta dip

Six chains on like I’m Slick Rick

Left wrist sick, whip like ten bricks

nigga playin' both sides of the fence

Hundred bands hit, get a pussy nigga pinched

Pull up, fuckin' up shit like the Grinch

Take a whole mile if you give me an inch

Walkin' out the bank, pullin' off in a spaceship

Hit Blue Flame during day shift

Five hundred K in the basement

Paid ya to make a bitch taste it

‘Cause one thing I ain’t got is patience

And plus

One thing I can’t stand

Is a drunk ass ho

Went through like a hundred bands

Strictly to blow

Where I’m from like gangland

Stay on the floor

And I don’t really like to shake hands

With niggas I don’t know

Smoke out the back, fuck up some cash

New paper tag, peel off like a scab

If I’m broke I’ma spazz, get the ski mask

Hop out the van, make the prayer hands