Pray - Cdot Honcho

ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

Honcho, Honcho, Honcho

I’m prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy

Security took me an hour, I smell like I’m traveling sour

I got shit to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter’s browser

Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival

You be prayin' that bitch let you hit it

And be prayin' she know some more bitches

I’m prayin' that bitch ain’t a ho

I’m a freak but I ain’t with the kissin'

He prayin' he stay on his toes

Hundred round, it ain’t no way to miss him

Put you out, fo’nem handle that mission

Next day, handful of y’all missin'

Thick- thick hoes, never get in they business, ayy

Switch hoes, never get in my feelings, ayy

Smoke woods, Lambo drop ceilings

Pull- pull up to your shit in interest

Car dash even though I ain’t Tristan

All fast, I’m Ross, I’m whistlin'

Off gas, C Dash don’t listen

I love hoodrats, keep pimpin', bitch

I just woke up in your town

Look baby I’m here for a night so after that night you won’t see me around

This Gucci just came in today, I’m buyin' it all, you won’t see it around

No cap, fo’nem ain’t tryna hear no yap

Locate the crib, it ain’t no map

Slide up and X 'em like they app

I’m prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy

Security took me an hour, I smell like I’m traveling sour

I got shit to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter’s browser

Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival

Honcho Honcho Honcho

Ayy, I’m in NY slidin', the Uber mad, there’s too much traffic outside

When I’m in LA I’m slidin' and shit, you probably won’t catch on your side

I got some shit in this ride

It might knock a chunk out your side

She on my dick like where is your trunk, your top went up inside

Hah, I don’t know, your name bitch, I don’t know

Forty sent homeboy up the road, for AR sent homeboy to Idaho

AR, kill a nigga off audio

Work a bitch out like cardio

My wood look like sloppy joes

But this ain’t that type of party though

I ain’t got shit for a nigga

And I ain’t got shit for a bitch, better ride this dick, that’s it for a nigga

Hey, I be too high, she know that she love me, she even give gifts to a nigga

My pockets on swole, I really don’t give a fuck who finna switch on a nigga

I’m just prayin' them hundreds get thicker

Honcho Honcho

I’m prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy

Security took me an hour, I smell like I’m traveling sour

I got shit to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter’s browser

Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival (gas,

gas)

Haha

C-D-O-T man, Honcho gang shit bitch