Babyface Ray and GMO Stax - Hallelujah
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like "Hallelujah"When that bag touch down, we scream "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like "Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like how I do it
Fuck niggas wanna do with me? I got my change, I rock designer (for real)
My young nigga caught a body, he still a minor, never mind him
It's a Beamer, not a Honda, bitch, look how we ridin' (bitch, look how)
Back to back tracks and cats, it look like we slide
I look like color money, way too trill, keep nothin' but hundreds
Watch your back, they comin' for you, fuck steppin', niggas stompin' on you (fuck 'em)
Bitches know I'm worth some tickets, see me, they be jumpin' on you (come on)
Down his block sideways, like fuck him, 'cause he stunted on me
Fuck whoever hatin' on me, pay a fee, they layin' on you
Mama say she prayin' for me, I won't let 'em take me from her (I got you)
Tried to listen to these niggas, they ain't really sayin' nothin'
Shorty, she was playin' with it, paper got her friend fuckin' (yeah)
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like "Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like "Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like how I do it (whoa)
Switches or the Drac's, only thing we shootin' (the only thing we shootin')
We done put them boys down, and said fuck hoopin' (fuck hoopin')
Kill a nigga all on camera if it come to it
We don't need no money counter, we'll thumb through it (we'll thump through that shit)
Quick to pick the chopper up and say "Fuck music"
We ain't goin' back and forth, let the hoes do it (the hoes do that shit)
I ain't gotta slime no more, let the bros do it (I let the bros do that shit)
Only time these niggas slime when they on Pro Tools
Bitch, who? Everybody 'round me gettin' money, make a bitch choose
Everybody 'round me masked up, they don't know who the shooter (everybody)
I don't know about them other niggas, they know we gon' do it
But I don't bang out, just thank God, nigga, hallelujah
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like "Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like "Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rapper second, they like how I do it
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Marcellus Register
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