Fred The Godson - Prey lyrics

[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 n***as still in the trenches, you n***as got nothing for me Glory is in the 40 I clutch, that be the story Got Cory calling me [?]..TBM militia b**h, 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 sh** That I dont give a f** if he with his mother sh** Triff, How your damage gon' manage To get your brother split with bananas and rubber grips I should f** 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, s** a dick Your face is ..[?] you fake Before I ever truck your sh** I'll drive it in the lake And teach a duck a trick You ain't sell for sh** 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 b**h if we was talking some disgusting sh** Rushing our hush the strip, busting and dust this sh** I'm still smoking, I burned my thigh when I tucked this sh** Militia, we up in this, Frederico, my brother Just let me keep all the guns, you keep the perico and other sh** [Hook