Preach lyrics

[Intro]
(M16)
Skrrt, skrrt
You can tell how it come on, I'm finna preach to you
(Johnny Shipes)
That motherf*cker so hard, you hear the violins, the pianos
sh*t might get too gangster for a church, though, uh

[Verse 1]
If we talkin' paper and some P's, then I got some
If you catch him saying somethin' I said, then that my song
Told lil' b*tch she can't be all in my business, she ain't got one
If it's a Draco, AR, carbine, Glock, then I done shot one
This sh*t crazy, I remember I was just broke and couldn't re-up on weed
Now you probably think I'm with QC how I ride 'round with P's
That b*tch ain't used to look my way, I got her on her knees
Man, it got me c*cky on these b*tches, that ho out my league
Plug send me bags and I punch 'em, I feel like Ali
Ain't have twenty dollars, now I stuff a twenty in my jeans
On a paper route, I keep that Glock, the car ain't got no key
You know Yay be clean, I'm a king, but I drip McQueen

[Interlude]
I remember I used to fall asleep in church
My grandma used to slap the hell out my ass
I see why, though
'Cause when somebody talkin' to you, you 'posed to listen to everything that they sayin'
Especially when a n*gga like me talkin', you feel me? (Hell yeah)
Uh (What you say?)
[Verse 2]
I say speed it up, this sh*t get foul, I'm an artist, not a rapper
These lil' boys, they trappin' backwards, shooters step like Kappas
b*tch ghost more than Casper, just pulled up at her casa
Pulled up two-door, this a coupe, so she blew me just like soup
Come through, step on sh*t like boots and you knowin' they some steel toes
Think I'm slidin' with strippers how we hoppin' out with real poles
Playin' one of my shows, get shot while I'm wearin' my real clothes
My money, my family, and my chain, b*tch, I'll kill for
I say f*ck the opps, they real broke
Leave shells at Citgo
Glock came with a fifty, catch an opp, his ass gon' get ghost
Pour syrup all in my orange juice, I'm up early like French toast
Servin' beans like pinto, I just told your ho to bend over
If she wasn't an opp b*tch, she would've been over
Wide body Charger in two lanes, I can't get over
Just ordered some Dior, them hoes high, I spent your rent on 'em
Feel like you movin' funny, then lil' b*tch, you ain't gon' get closer
Chopper got a telescope, my young n*gga been sellin' dope
My young n*gga been sellin' coke, my young n*gga been havin' 'bows
One car, we hit the road
Just drive that in, drive back
Twenty-five down, twenty-five back
Ran out that house with five flats
b*tch, you do the math, that's five flat
If we slide on you, better slide back
Can't lock up all the snitches, then just go'n give all the guys back (Free the guys)
Your lil' b*tch a groupie, pull out my di*k, I bet she ride that
My shooter got a Glock 10, but he knocked him off for nine racks
You see the breeze, I ran through nine packs
If he send me somethin', I fly back
All that talkin' sh*t gon' get you whacked
These n*ggas sweet, I'm smokin' Sour Patch
I'm 'bout my cheese, in the cut clutchin' a Big Mac
Them folks spinned that sh*t the same day that lil' boy had his sh*t packed, gang