Sinner’s Prayer lyrics

[Intro]
(YoungTN productions)
(These hoes got to hear this sh*t, Saucii)
Yeah, I ain't never tell nobody
(Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I killed what's a name, they want me to say it
All I been doing is praying
Load up the cutter and I got to the spraying
Do it again if a n*gga start playing
What's all that sh*t he was saying?
The last n*gga want the last n*gga banged 'em
They think I'm pus*y 'cause I sing a lil' bit, b*tch, I'm dangerous
Ain't never had a shootout with Tydre but b*tch, I'm banging
Ain't never had a shootout with J Blyckk, I know he banging
They know Amp my right-hand man, he say the word, I get to swangin
My chain, it clang when I'm aiming
Got five-star bangers
Her pus*y so good, said think, she might just be an angel
Get thе drop, let off shots, he get shot, hе a angel
We get to dropping, let off shots, he get shot from all angles

[Verse 1]
Do whatever for Johnny, I just went to Johnny Dang
I went for one thing, but I walked out with a lot of things
I guess I like seeing blood, no vampire, I'ma cop fangs
Tell a ho to move over, rover , you ain't throwing pus*y, I ain't copping rings
You don't blow the brain, I won't cop a ring
She not mine she dont got my name
She got needy, I did her wrong, she got came on
She wanted the bag 'cause she know I'ma blow like napalm
I striked her, I'ma just one-night her, I won't wife her, don't like her
I ain't met a b*tch like Samone, might make her mine
I might leave everybody alone, I be making too much time
Shots ring when they slide
And yes, somebody died, I ain't cried
They told me, "Get a job," I got money, now they wanna ride
[Chorus]
Yeah, I killed what's a name, they want me to say it
All I been doing is praying
Load up the cutter and I got to the spraying
Do it again if a n*gga start playing
What's all that sh*t he was saying?
The last n*gga want the last n*gga banged 'em
They think I'm pus*y 'cause I sing a lil' bit, b*tch, I'm dangerous
Ain't never had a shootout with Tydre but b*tch, I'm banging
Ain't never had a shootout with J Blyckk, I know he banging
They know Amp my right-hand man, he say the word, I get to swangin
My chain, it clang when I'm aiming
Got fire-star bangers
Her pus*y so good, said b*tch, you might just be an angel
Get to dropping, let off shots, he get shot, he an angel
We get to dropping, let off shots, he get shot from all angles

[Verse 2]
Yeah, bang, bang
Let a n*gga reach for my chain, dang
It ain't impossible, but I'ma be in chain gang
They think this sh*t sweet, I'ma show a n*gga how to change lanes
Ain't blow that money that I signed for, I maintain
I'm flawless, balling, I won't do this often
Every time I ride, I got more than a hundred shots 'cause I'm cautious
Ain't get sick to my stomach about that body, I ain't nauseous
But now that n*gga dead, rest in p*ss, let's get off it
Fah-fah-fah, needles, think I'm a speedracer
Think I'm in love with the money, I ain't a green chaser
Blue faces, walk 'em down, tighten up my shoelaces
Right in my city, I got two places
[Chorus]
Yeah, I care what's your name, what they want me to say it
All I been doing is praying
Load up the cutter and I got to the spraying
Do it again if a n*gga start playing
What's all that sh*t he was saying?
The last n*gga want the last n*gga back
They think I'm pus*y 'cause I sing a lil' bit, b*tch, I'm dangerous
Ain't never had a shootout with Tydre but b*tch, I'm banging
Ain't never had a shootout with J Blyckk, I know he banging
They know Amp my right-hand man, he say the word, I get to swangin
My chain, it clang when I'm aiming
Got fire-star bangers
Her pus*y so good, said b*tch, you might just be an angel
Get to dropping, let off shots, he get shot, he an angel
We get to dropping, let off shots, he get shot from all angles