Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Preach , by - Lil Durk. Release date: 08.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Preach |
| You would take a sip of that green, nah |
| You’ll hit the clean with the cut, yes |
| Goofy smoke my weed, nah |
| Your gun come with a beam, yes |
| Alexander McQueen scarf |
| Not for the drip, I cover the tats |
| Might gotta shoot a nigga all in his back |
| Nigga act like he a big dawg |
| Everything he say out his mouth straight cap |
| I call Von, he steer with the MAC |
| I don’t sip drink but I do miss Act' |
| I know a young nigga that’ll work this pack |
| See him one time and he can’t get a pass |
| None of my shooters gon' put on a mask |
| They gon' kill whoever they catch |
| Nigga want gas, I’ll put on a tax |
| Nigga better run when that Hellcat scratch |
| You can’t come around, you don’t boot up off x |
| I can’t come down, just give me my meds |
| Only The Fam', ain’t really got friends |
| I spent two thousand on a pair of pants |
| I’m real street, nigga, I need romance |
| I told her come down, she don’t suck with no hands |
| Niggas ain’t gang, they really be fans |
| They say when I talk, sound like I preach |
| They say they love when I talk to the streets |
| If you not real, stop talkin' to me |
| If you not trill, stop talkin' to me, woah |
| 'Posed to be my brother, woah |
| Showed your true colors |
| Niggas actin' like they for us |
| But I thought we had each other, woah |
| We used to serve in the alley |
| I talk to my pops on the tablet |
| I fuck with the T’s, they valid |
| I fuck with the stones, they valid |
| Prices lower than Cali' |
| The flight’s a thousand and somethin' |
| But Ralo got caught on the private |
| I hate all the cops with a passion |
| Fast car, so I don’t gotta stash it |
| Too high, I keep bands near the glasses |
| Bitch niggas, they make me the maddest |
| I done seen niggas snitch on the status |
| Killers slide in the night like Gladys |
| From the hood where they flip off a mattress |
| Where they light crack pipes for mattresses |
| Where they try to put air in their baggies |
| Where they’ll try lower your standards |
| Why you tryna get me on camera? |
| Talkin' bout murders, I vanish |
| And I want my plug to speak Spanish |
| And I like my ho to be managed |
| Where the feds did a sweep, it did damage |
| Where the feds did a sweep, it did |
| They say when I talk, sound like I preach |
| They say they love when I talk to the streets |
| If you not real, stop talkin' to me |
| If you not trill, stop talkin' to me, woah |
| 'Posed to be my brother, woah |
| Showed your true colors |
| Niggas actin' like they for us |
| But I thought we had each other, woah |