Tears of Allah Lyrics

Money got blood on it a whole lotta bodies Taliban gang we on some

Feel like a thief stealing his soul feel real numb I don't know nothing

Choppa gon' tear up his whole fucking shit wiping him up cause his nose running

I treat my gun like a motherfucking bitch tellin' that blick get close to me

Know I be touching these percs reach for the stick get hit in your nerves

I don't play games unless I come in first

Call it a purse? pull it out get hurt

I like my diamonds to twinkle and smack

I like my money real long like giraffe

I like my clips doubled and stacked

Gon' talk back get hit with these mags

Pray to the gods no they won't reach them

Look at the score them boys underneath it

Killin' each other we don't gotta beat 'em

Niggas switched up they just like the seasons

Pray to Allah told him don't shed a tear

Love for my family gon' pray for my peers

We on the grind keep it in gear

Stand on this shit bitch I don't need a chair

Just like I'm Pop one call and it's over

Nine leaf clover the money we fold it

Audemars Piguet turn that shit to a motive

Fuckin' that bitch and she loving my motions

And we fuckin' for days in a hotel

And I'm spreading her legs

Spreading the bread and I light up my strain

I'll see you tomorrow I'm high as a plane

Money got blood on it a whole lotta bodies Taliban gang we on some

Feel like a thief stealing his soul feel real numb I don't know nothing

Choppa gon' tear up his whole fucking shit wiping him up cause his nose running

I treat my gun like a motherfucking bitch tellin' that blick get close to me