Prey

[Verse 1: Fred The Godson] Fifth from the side, that ball gonna leave His soul sitting up high when my snub nose bleeds Then come the coffin and wake Moms praying that I change like an offering plate But Fred range like Van Horn I leave your engine running, head blown in your van homez These matics come off the benches Dick Tracy, Inspector Gadget My niggas still in the trenches, you niggas got nothing for me Glory is in the 40 I clutch, that be the story Got Cory calling me [?]..TBM militia Bitch, you could be married, these clips ain't gonna miss ya I'm a fisher, keep yapping away It can happen today Had me wildin' out these cannons and get you carried away My name God [Hook: Fred The Godson] Y'all better pray for 'em Before I prey on 'em It's in God's hands now It's in God's hands now (Hail Mary) Y'all better pray for 'em (Our father) Before I prey on 'em (Hail Mary) It's in God's hands now (Our father) It's in God's hands now [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] I'm on some other shit That I dont give a fuck if he with his mother shit Triff, How your damage gon' manage To get your brother split with bananas and rubber grips I should fuck up your father You about as hard as your mother dick[?] I'm angry as club a lang[?] on a double dip If you ain't talking about money, suck a dick Your face is ..[?] you fake Before I ever truck your shit I'll drive it in the lake And teach a duck a trick You ain't sell for shit All I have for supper is a bowl of air and a cup of spit All I ever wanted was money and a percussion mix Ain't been lusting since but trust it I would want your bitch if we was talking some disgusting shit Rushing our hush the strip, busting and dust this shit I'm still smoking, I burned my thigh when I tucked this shit Militia, we up in this, Frederico, my brother Just let me keep all the guns, you keep the perico and other shit [Hook