War Lord’s Prayer lyrics

[Intro]
This choppa (choppa)
God bless the shooters
This choppa will lift ya Bentley up from way across the street
Yeah

[Verse]
Brand new, Brand new Bentley that's a Mulsanne (mulsanne)
We pulled up bussin' out the windows like some rambo soldiers
I-I-I'm gone empty out the whole thang (whole thang)
Watch this hundred round choppa flip ya lambo over
If-if these n*ggas the sh*t than I'm the fan
Your b*tch said anything I wish is her command
She give me that sticky on demand
And all my shooters just flew in from out Japan
I-I-I-I was on a jet watchin' you n*ggas
Thirty thousand feet I press a button now that n*gga missin'
Told you I ain't have no competition
I buried bodies in the kitchen back when I ain't have a pot to p*ss in
Bad b*tch from Jamaica
Twenty thousand switch the papers
Then I brought her cross the border
She flip houses out in Vegas
My life is a movie
Wrote this sh*t in a Jacuzzi
I was famous cross the world
Way before you n*ggas knew me yeah
God bless the shooters
Yeah
God bless them shooters
Woo (woo)
[Chorus]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray these n*ggas never f*ck with me
This choppa will lift ya Bentley up from way across the street
I pray for peace
Cause I don't wanna see you in the streets
My shooters clean
They shoot machines
God bless the shooter (God bless the shooter)
God bless the shooter (God bless the shooter)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray these n*ggas never f*ck with me
This choppa will lift ya Bentley up from way across the street
I pray for peace (peace)
Cause I don't wanna see you in the streets
My shooters clean
They shoot machines
God bless the shooters (God bless the shooter)
God bless the shooter (God bless the shooter)