Say a Prayer Gucci Mane (Ft. Rich Homie Quan)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Let's go, haha, tick tick
Six spots, twelve stoves, and I need more pots
And I tote more knots than a Boy Scout got

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
The junkies say it’s finger lickin’ how I whip up powder
I took your food and Prada shoes and added me more power
And if you bought some Sour Diesel, then your dream gone sour
I treat your shooters like cowards, make your team look sour
I feed the hood with the bowl like I cook clam chowder
RIP to Steve McNair, that boy right arm was a rifle
I would race you for the car, but look you don't got the title
If you ain't made ten mil, I can't call you my rival
I got your baby mama suckin' on me using saliva
I made the Forbes list bitch, man you just a subscriber
My mam say you just a lyin’ ass, conniving lil’ diver
My nigga killed his own brother, seen that shit in the bible
Man, Joe Blow chose the fork but you chose the screwdriver
I may did never steal a car, but I did cash off on nine of them
I go so hard I make you dump your whole roster to sign me
And you can find me in the six with all my shooters behind me

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)
No grey hair, I ain’t stressin’ the case
Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay
Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face
What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe
Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place
Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say
Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way