PREACHER Songtext
von SosMula

Whoo-whoo, whoo-whoo
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, uh (Jordy), beep, beep

Million dollar bail out, - go and ask the Feds
Run up in Michelle′s house, - gon' crack your head (grrah-grrah)
Only headshots, uh, we ain′t ever blessin' legs (bah-bah, bah-bah)
Only red dots, big Beretta bussin' lead (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

I′ma leave your bladder red, hit him with the jagged edge (rrah-rrah, rrah-rrah)
In the crack rock house, pop out, stacks of bread (gimme that, gimme that)
If I see the opps out, hop out, tag he dead (vyoom, vyoom)
Everybody watch out, shot off half his head

Blicky got a hard on (rrah-rrah), switchy set off car alarms (rrah-rrah)
Blicky got a hard on (rrah-rrah), switchy set off car alarms (rrah-rrah)
Clutchin′ a .44 (bah), uppin' the scoreboard (bah)
Bentley Azure roar (vyoom-vyoom)

Look up, look up, look up, look up, look up to a teacher, I′ll look up to a gangsta (rrah-rrah)
Look up to a preacher, I'll look up to a gangsta (rrah-rrah)
Hook up with the reaper, hook up with the gangbanger (rrah-rrah)
Pull up with my heater, throw my hood up with my gang, uh (rrah-rrah)


Bad - suck me off, hook up in a Wrangler (gimme that, gimme that)
Half brick sellin′ raw, cook up to a stranger
Fat - runnin' off, catch ya I′ma spank ya (vyoom, vyoom)
Backflip, somersault, - -, I'ma shank ya (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

AR, RP's, graveyard, Vorhees (rrah-rrah)
.226 sharpies, slitty wrist, heart disease (bah-bah)
Push a button, car keys (vyoom), concussion 4G′s (vyoom, vyoom)
- frontin′, aw please, sell a bunch of hard keys (gimme that, gimme that)

Cook aroma, car smell (rrah), young favela cartel
Choppa like a barbell (rrah-rrah), pasta like a hard shell (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Choppa in my RL (rrah-rrah), choppa in a yard sale (bah-bah)
Choppa in a park trail (bah-bah), choppa gonna start hell (bah-bah-bah-bah)

Choppa, I'm just two in one (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Choppa, it′s my newest drum (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Blocka with my newer drum (doo-doo)
Pop him like he chewin' gum (doo-doo)

Why y′all runnin'?
I thought y′all was a bunch of gangstas
I didn't know y'all was track stars

Look up to a teacher, I′ll look up to a gangsta (rrah-rrah)
Look up to a preacher, I′ll look up to a gangsta (rrah-rrah)
Hook up with the reaper, hook up with the gangbanger (rrah-rrah)
Pull up with my heater, throw my hood up with my gang, uh (grrah-grrah)


Bad - suck me off, hook up in a Wrangler (gmme that, gimme that)
Half brick sellin' raw, cook up to a stranger
Fat - runnin′ off, catch ya I'ma spank ya (vyoom-vyoom)
Backflip, somersault, - -, I′ma shank ya