Hallelujah Songtext

We done fucked them boys down, it's on four-coopin'
Kill a nigga all on camera if he talk to it
When the boy back and forth, let the hoes do it
I ain't gotta slime no more, let the bros do it (Bros do it)
All the time, these niggas go on, they on Pro Tools
Bitch too, everybody around me been money-make a bitch too
Say her body around me masked up, don't know who the shooter
I don't know about them other niggas that know who I do it
But I don't ban Gods, just thank God, nigga, hallelujah

Nigga stay in motion, I'm like "Hallelujah"
Run that bag, touch down, we scream "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like "Hallelujah"
Frenchie fuck a million stuff, I'm like "Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, nigga, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
What's your throat? Now I'm up, nigga, hallelujah
Real nigga, rock per second, I met how I do it, uh