Letras
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Gold hoops with no halo
Gold hoops with no halo
Gold hoops with no halo
Is that white or anejo
Crew arrivin real high
But he knew that I stay low
I got my favorite crackhead
Like to call me Tornado
Last time at the corner store
He learned that I don't play though
He saw me check that nigga's sass
Like Chris Brown did that Quavo
I don't ever turn my back
Cause they know I'm a payload
I'm too divine for your doctrine
I'm too heavy to dethrone
Goyle goon with the crabbe
And then I'm poppin' like Draco
I'm a prayer in the Tims
Aint my bottoms with the sins
Bless me with that holy glitter
I be shinin' in my skin
When I hopped up in the booth
Saw the screen, looked for the beat
Then they asked me to confess
I started flirtin' with the priest
Mwah Where's the mic at
I bet you're cute
No, really, you need to confess
This is a confession booth
What? Turn my headphones up
Ow, that's too loud, turn it back down
Are you into me? Huh
Gold hoops with no halo
Is that white or anejo
Crew arrivin real high
But he knew that I stay low
I got my favorite crackhead
Like to call me Tornado
Model how to carve a bitch up
He saw I don't play dough
Alright,
You're gonna have to leave the church
You can't be here anymore
You don't even go here
Huh? What? Me
I thought all were welcome
Let me just spit this real quick
And then I'll be out
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Drippin' in the covenant
Spittin' for the fun of it
Like gettin' out
Pinky toes in front of it
I'ma need it all