Gucci Mane - Eye Pray lyrics

[Gucci Mane & Yvng God] Huh I'd like to thank God Yvng God on the wave! It's Gucci! [Gucci Mane] God, oh God, oh God, oh God I hope I get the dope I hope I beat this case I hope I touch down with the blow I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray I touch down with the 'yo God, oh God, oh God, oh God I thank you for the dope [Lil Yachty] Thank you my Lord Fendi band-aid for my sores Flex all my ice on my who*es They love that bling when it blang My triple-two shooter, he stay with that Ruger He'll do ya, do ya, if you act like you 'bout it Winnin' a beef with Lil Boat? b**h I doubt it (f** nah) Tweeted that b**h back now she feelin' clouted b**h, shut the f** up, call me father New diamond chain, look proper Gold Cartiers got me looking like a robber Chillin' in the studio, with gunmen and robbers But ayy what it do, GuWop? Old n***as hate Boat, the new hip-hop And I bet that just made you mad b**h, f** 'em It's Lil Boat! [Gucci Mane] God, oh God, oh God, oh God I hope I get the dope I hope I beat this case I hope I touch down with the blow I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray I touch down with the 'yo God, oh God, oh God, oh God I thank you for the dope [P. Reign] Yeah, fishtail off the lot Ten pairs of gators, the kicks made of crocs Snakeskin band on the watch Just bought a new mink and my b**h is a fox Kilos, kilos, so much Keisha weighs what an elephant does Everybody heavy, we got elephant love Took a page out of Plies and ran off on the plug Bentleys, all about the Benji's Just blew ten G's on Jet Li's All kicks, bricks flawless When they ask how I do it I say "All wrist" When they ask 'bout my clique I say "All b**h" Bought a brick in New York, sold it in all nicks My new b**h ask who all hit (who you with?) I tell her "Whoa there," it's a long list [Gucci Mane] God, oh God, oh God, oh God I hope I get the dope I hope I beat this case I hope I touch down with the blow I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray I touch down with the 'yo God, oh God, oh God, oh God I thank you for the dope [Fa$t Life] Dash, fast, pull up in that gas back Smokin' kush out that trashbag Savage dawg, oh my God, what? You made me mad Don't you ever gon' make me mad I've been gettin' cash, I've been gettin' that extra tax Put a [?] inside the [?] No cap and gown, got yo b**h on a cap-me-down Every time she just wipe me down Gon' and flex on me, n***as, I'll flex on you n***as Got racks for these b**hes, we pay for these hoes I've been getting money and it go, and it go Everybody always know we gon' blow All these b**hes know praying for blow Sellin' that snort, snow on the bluff Got that 30, that 40, don't ever act up [Gucci Mane] God, oh God, oh God, oh God I hope I get the dope I hope I beat this case I hope I touch down with the blow I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray I touch down with the 'yo God, oh God, oh God, oh God I thank you for the dope [Rich the Kid] Young n***a, I'm playin' with the yola, Coca-Cola Choppin' the block with the cola Look at my wrist it's on Polo Yeah we winnin', I'ma keep on winnin' n***as hatin', I'm gon' keep on jiggin' Ayy, pulled up, my ceilin' was missin' Young rich n***a on the top now Is she bad? Is she foreign? Give me top now Ayy, I just can't stop... six b**hes f** your b**h make her go missin' You cuffin' that ho, you trippin' Walk out the bank with a bankroll Wrist too cold [Gucci Mane] God, oh God, oh God, oh God I hope I get the dope I hope I beat this case I hope I touch down with the blow I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray I touch down with the 'yo God, oh God, oh God, oh God I thank you for the dope