[Lyric] MVP (PrayforJoeyy)

[Intro]:
Huh, Bit90
Huh, Joeyy

[Verse 1]:
I don’t fuck with no lame keep my distance
Keep my name out your mouth mind your business
If that kitty so good I might risk it
Might go cheat on my bitch just like Tristan

If we keeping it real I can’t fake it
How you switch on your gang just to make it
Might go pop me a pill now I’m racing
Remember trapping the Yo in the basement

I feel like I’m LeBron hit a fadeaway
Couple bands I just spent on a takeaway
If the cops pull me over it’s a getaway
Keep your head up today’s gonna be a better day

Put my bitch in that all white Vlone
Remember grinding so hard now we on
Yeah that nigga so fake he a peon
Might go jack all his shit then I’m gone
All of this amo I’m sending it back
When I was down on my dick I don’t know where you was at
You was probably in the club busy bumping my tracks
Busy focused on ass I was chasing these racks
I can’t hang with no nigga that’s focused on that

I got dreams I have to chase Ima see you in the front
I’ve been high since a jit I got gas in my lungs
Riding around in the Y with these sticks and em' drums
Man I feel like Young Thug I’ve been just having fun

She give me top top might go dumb
I’m in a drop top I’m on the run
Yea my bitch got a crop top with the bun

I don’t fuck with no snitch no federal
Five stars in my hood yea I’m a general
Yea these niggas tried to hit me with subliminals
How you try to hit me with that shit
When you know that your bank account looking so minimal

Dive in that bitch like cannonball
You know im a beast like animal
I got plenty of racks like sentifold
Heard that nigga a rat we know he told
All that lean I might spill in my drink
Walk around with my choppa my blick
Out of space man I feel like I’m Rick
You ain’t smoking on gas it don’t stink


[Verse 2]:
I’m with the gang five star hotel
We trapping bricks moving with the bells
Catching these hoes man I feel like Odell
That boy got no sticks he just ran out of shells

Designer my jeans when I walk on Rodeo
Why you acting so hard when you ain’t from the ghetto
I just pull out my foreign I ain’t whipping no Renault
I just got my teeth done now I got ice from my dental

Had to lay this shit down for my youngins that’s sacrifice
You ain’t been where I been sorry I cannot take your advice
If you double cross me then you know I ain’t thinking twice
If the bitch she a fiend then I might just make her my wife

Got a drake in the back Ima let that shit squeeze
How you moving like that I just do it with ease
Since a youngin I’ve been on my Q’s and my P’s
I can’t panic it’s all in my head gotta breathe