Young Dro – Preach lyrics

This song is written and performed in full on GADB (Georgia Dope Boy) slang. I don’t know if I can write all of it but these are the correct lyrics…

“Preach, Church Talk to em’
Spit every word like a Boss to em’ (HA, Heee we eey, Hee eee eey)
F**k playin’ round, before we exchange,
Spin yo’ ass round we can chop again, ( HA Hee eee eey-repeat)
Showin out a fair way, portion’ like a trailways
knock you off a staircase, trip over no shell case,
Brody keep it their way, I just be myself k’
I show you how this snail taste,
$1000 whale plate.
I ain’t wit that dead play,
2012 airplay,
Though it sounds deadly,
I am not a cellmate.
I be getting bread-cake
Shout out to my jeweler:
Watch is made by Cartier,
flipped, the Frank Mueller.
Goin Bob Marley, Cali burnin orange leaf,
Boost a red Ferarri, my hoe look like Barbi.
My concrete will not budge B
I don’t need no car key,
Me and Cedar Mafi,
Look how deep my squad be.
Amigis they won’t starve me,
I eat wit my doggies,
For me It’s even dark see,
Now we huntin’ shark meat.
Bruh you think you hard as me,
That’s when you a prob B,
I see you wit your bomb b,
I tell her to call me, Preach…(repeat chorus)

2nd verse:
Now and Later gators,
I have so much flavor,
Still gettin paper,
See y’all niggas later,
You should sign a waiver,
You are not a player.
Bitches try to cater
Basic car baser,
30 for the Duly,
Holdin G’s like Coogi,
It’s a gangster movie,
You should see my uzi.
Kickin shit like Bruce Lee,
Fuck it I’m a porn star
Tho them cops is marked brah,
turtle in his squad car.
Like a Ram Charger,
Practically I’m larger,
Plus I got them bars bruh,
I be holding charger,
Pistol play anthem,
Hood you up for ransom,
Bitches try an tamper,
Imma throw a tantrum.
Black and little panther,
Bitch I’m from Atlanta,
What’s good for the goose,
Bitch is good for the gander.
Fahrenheit and Landrum,
Kimiko, and Tamra,
Get it there and Lambruh,
don’t forget the cameras.
Preach, (Repeat chorus)