KE on the Track - Tabernacle lyrics

[Produced by KE on the Track] [Hook] Ho, ho, ho, ho, b**h, b**h, b**hes I don't need no b**h, I'mma still get all my riches I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle [Verse 1] Young Thug, I plenty d** I'm friendly but I'm need more I'm with my crew, we'll f** you up Can't keep me in trouble I'mma up in Los Vegas, I need hoes, gotta call her double All my young n***as sh**, they fallin' off fast, yes sir I love her Act like we on the move, and knock on the money, yessir I'm a cover Yes you make her shoes, b**h you know they custom Thugger, thugger, baby T-H-U-G-G-E-R, kiss a n***a b**h perfect, no CPR Old hundreds all up on me, DVR b**h seen them bands less, A-J-A-R [Hook] Ho, ho, ho, ho, b**h, b**h, b**hes I don't need no b**h, I'mma still get all my riches I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle [Verse 2] We don't shoot buckshot, we like them slugs Everybody die tonight, b**h except for us And you know I'm not a crip But I gave that b**h a C to s** my co*k You know when I'm mad it's a (?) line for your b**h today But, 40 extendo needs skinny jeans, no b**h and lil body My all out players say if you play leave more stains than the OJ murder scene Pullin' up extra clean I can't do no tug of war lil n***a, you not in my league There is no comparison, you a real rat like master splinter Burrrrrr, I'm not Gucci, burrrr, burrrr, burrrrrr, burrrrrr That's the sound of my trunk, I got birds inside of there, yeah [Hook] Ho, ho, ho, ho, b**h, b**h, b**hes I don't need no b**h, I'mma still get all my riches I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle