Pray444Me ft. Tito, Jiah'er & WhosMerci Lyrics

Yeah

JSK shit

I'm a god on the Earth, when I walk out my city they praying for me

Can you pray for me baby? I got you down to your knees

Shit ain't what it seem baby, I rock Balenci' for jeans

JSK is the team baby, always on top of beam

Ain't no hater, big time raver, I gotta get to the cash and it's means

Big time paper, that my savior, colorblind, I only see blue and green

Foreign racer, bad bitch chaser, I fuck with black girls, flavor, flavor

I'm going greater, greater, pull up too scary like The Undertaker

Big Balance been keeping it P

W-O-K up in my drink

Won't say they name cause fuck giving 'em clout

Making these rubber bands what I'm about

Haven't you heard I'm up next from the west

They know that Cali girls do it the best

I was in Ella, I hang with the goats

Flew far away from nest now I float

I been on Saturn, like every Saturday, I been big geeking, won't crash out, no sadder day

Always on fleeky, nice to meet me, I'm rocking ricky, ain't no peeking

SD, LA, always out with my gremlins

Bitches love me like a dude is Shawn Mendez

Untouchable flows not a dude couldn't lend this

I keep it so 10 times 10, no pretending

Woah

I get a bag and I flip it, laughing my way to the bank

Diamonds all up on my wrist, diamonds all up on my chain (can you pray for me, gang?)

She got to break that back, all on my phone bitch really got wack

Linked with a bitch, that ass was fat

Boy so cap

They don't know I got racks

I'm a god on the Earth, when I walk out my city they praying for me

Can you pray for me baby? I got you down to your knees

Shit ain't what it seem baby, I rock Balenci' for jeans

JSK is the team baby, always on top of beam (It's 4W baby, ah)

I- I know my n****'s don't love me, I know they out to get me, I know they want to hurt me, please pray for me

Treat these n****'s like bitches, these bitches like n****'s, they turnt on me

Replace my heart with the green

Solo pics, no team

Camera crew on the scene

We keep glockys with beams

Bitch

Before I trust a n**** I'll die slow

Pray for me, got my mind gone

Karma a bitch, she my side hoe

She gone catch up with me, baby, I know

All these bitches love me, that's a side note

Have a thick bitch walk a tight rope

I can make it rain, bring a light coat

Find me where it's sunny, on ladders of money

See Merci, he always on top of the green

These n****'s bummy, they crash out like dummies

Ain't no way I'd let 'em be part of the team

Only one way that you'll beat me and that's in your dreams, huh, yeah

You better wake up and see that it's not what it seems, huh, yeah

She on her knees, I ask her to pray for me

She wan' spend the day with me

Feel like a fiend, I'm smoking and counting this green, I run it up like a machine

Run up on the team, we putting you right on the screen, we turning you into a scene

I'm with the soldiers, with the marines

Smoking that doja, it's a routine

I'm with some fanned out hoes

She want me to go introduce her to Balance

I get a bag and I flip it, laughing my way to the bank

Diamonds all up on my wrist, diamonds all up on my chain (can you pray for me, gang?)

She got to break that back, all on my phone bitch really got wack

Linked with a bitch, that ass was fat

Boy so cap

They don't know I got racks

I'm a god on the Earth, when I walk out my city they praying for me

Can you pray for me baby? I got you down to your knees

Shit ain't what it seem baby, I rock Balenci' for jeans

JSK is the team baby, always on top of beam

Don't ask for prayer Balance

They'll pray to you