Prism - Flexin' In Church lyrics

[Verse 1: Breeze] Mother f**er yeah you know its the Breeze Mother f**ers can't f** with the team Yeah, Yeah Prism Gang man we back on the road Yeah, Yeah Catch me flexin', Man I back on the Crove I was doing the dirty I was flexin' in church I hit the reverend for the weapon, said its out in the hearse Call up Hersh for them percs Rest in peace my boy perk Yeah I'm whipping, Yeah I'm whipping Yeah I'm back on the curb Prism Gang [Verse 2: Jonny English] And I'm flexing on these records Mother f**ers get to steppin' Man y'all fake like 9-11 Making sure you feel the presence after presence This the present, man I got them feeling' threatened Send em straight into depression So you know they learned they lesson And I got straight to the reverend He the ones who keep them weapons [Verse 3: Dev] They gonna wait on my demise Shawty open up them thighs, yeah, yeah Prism Gang we on the rise yeah In the future, what a time to be alive, yeah And they trippin', when they say we a lie, yeah Ohhhh, got em flexing off them pies, yeah I'm whipping work and then that b**h gon' have to cry, yeah We go berserk and we don't have to try, yeah Your sh** a joke, they should call you Richard Pryor