Preach

[Chorus: Dorrough Music]

Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?]

Real G's ball hard all week

All week, 365, 52, all week

And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech

Preech, preech, preech

Gon let me preech, preech, preech

I'm about to preech, preech, preech

Gon let me preech, preech, preech

I'm about to preech, preech, preech

[Verse 1: Dorrough Music]

Y'all be acting cool, keyword acting

[?] caked up, I'm everything you lacking

I can tell by your style, you's a rooky, hang it up

Pay attention, I can help you get your pussy game up

Watch these hoes, some gone off the deep end

Specially the ones that hit the club every weekend

We ball 7 days a week, they do it on the weekend

We ball, they can't, they mad, cause we can

You gotta play the game, don't lеt the game play you

Since thеre's a lotta niggas fake, you might as well stay true

It's funny how they acting like they balling out in public

When clearly, we can tell that they just balling on a budget

With no street money, and no [?]

Tryna make it rain, but you can't even pay your [?]

Broke, so your girl left you hanging, and you're heartbroke

Class is in session, church style, I'm about to preech

[Chorus: Dorrough Music]

Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?]

Real G's ball hard all week

All week, 365, 52, all week

And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech

Preech, preech, preech

Gon let me preech, preech, preech

I'm about to preech, preech, preech

Gon let me preech, preech, preech

I'm about to preech, preech, preech

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

2 Chainz!

24 hours, 7 days a week

On 24 intches, 7 different freaks

You call me 2 Chainz, I got 7 different crosses

I make plays like 7 Randy Mosses

From the trap, I'm bout to kill them with this rap shit

[?] call me baby like [?]

I got the pack, I whip the work, I make it backflip

Put her on her back, then I [?] cactas

Poster child, nigga I'm the poster smile

Call me Tity Boy, that mean I'm spoild, and the only child

Done did it, cause I did it, like I done do

Went to trial smelling like blunts in the court room

Thug Style, 2pac in my IPod

Just bought a gun, that bitch came with a trypod

Brap brap to my competition

I don't need to aim, nigga I ain't missing

[Chorus: Dorrough Music]

Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?]

Real G's ball hard all week

All week, 365, 52, all week

And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech

Preech, preech, preech

Gon let me preech, preech, preech

I'm about to preech, preech, preech

Gon let me preech, preech, preech

I'm about to preech, preech, preech

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]

[?] I just bought a Phantom

Bad bitches like me, but them haters can't stand them

20 floors up, condo in Atlanta

All white dress code, plus I keep a hammer

Shout out to Lil Boosi, he getting head up in the slammer

Praying for you dawg, there ain't nothing you can't handle

Preech, thick country bitch from Alabama

[?] like Amber

Rose, all I pop when I'm in the club

Hoes, we throw gwop when we in the club

Feel like preeching to them broke ass niggas, I'm just saying

You ain't tippin, get the fuck out the club, [?]

Preech, these niggas stressin, they need a blessing

[?] clear in this bitch, looking for [?]

I'm an old school [?] and that bitch so interesting

My shirt off [?] my hand on my smith and wesson

[Chorus: Dorrough Music]

Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?]

Real G's ball hard all week

All week, 365, 52, all week

And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech

Preech, preech, preech

Gon let me preech, preech, preech

I'm about to preech, preech, preech

Gon let me preech, preech, preech

I'm about to preech, preech, preech