Prophet
When I pull out this stick don't panic
This street shit about advantage
Don't never take life for granted
Cause that could be you in that casket
I'm in live with the money we romantic
You put trust in that bitch that's tragic
When I pull out this stick don't panic
That's bouta be you in that casket
Bad habits pull dust with the suds drug addict
Fuck a bitch and act like I don't know her I'm above savage
Come shop with the gang cause I know yo plug taxing
You go catch me in the hood never in no club dancing
This chopstick go flash just like like Michael Jackson jacket
Try to ride on me these halo tips will blow yo head gasket
The way she slob me up damn she go head magic
Made her eat a plan B I'm on Billie Jean status
Fuck a semi bitch I like my shit fully automatic
She go buss it like a Kel tech and make it hard to manage
Baby I'm so cut I think imma need a bandage
I'll fuck a party up throwing money underhanded
When I pull out this stick don't panic
This street shit about advantage
Don't never take life for granted
Cause that could be you in that casket
I'm in live with the money we romantic
You put trust in that bitch that's tragic
When I pull out this stick don't panic
That's bouta be you in that casket
Put kids on a bitch face cause she said she love family
Would switched to the percs but a nigga love xannys
I don't give a fuck I will whack a nigga granny
Don't temp me
I'll dump my gun til it's empty Aint shit nice about me but this trigger finger friendly
Walk it like I talk it if I say I do I got it
I can walk on water I'm a motherfucking prophet
You should wear a bra the way you motherfucking gossip
Bitch ass nigga your pussy and I know it
You had a chance to kill me but I knew you was gone blow it
Won't go out like no bitch why cause bitch I aint going
Gang way till my last day double focused
When I pull out this stick don't panic
This street shit about advantage
Don't never take life for granted
Cause that could be you in that casket
I'm in live with the money we romantic
You put trust in that bitch that's tragic
When I pull out this stick don't panic
That's bouta be you in that casket
This street shit about advantage
Don't never take life for granted
Cause that could be you in that casket
I'm in live with the money we romantic
You put trust in that bitch that's tragic
When I pull out this stick don't panic
That's bouta be you in that casket
Bad habits pull dust with the suds drug addict
Fuck a bitch and act like I don't know her I'm above savage
Come shop with the gang cause I know yo plug taxing
You go catch me in the hood never in no club dancing
This chopstick go flash just like like Michael Jackson jacket
Try to ride on me these halo tips will blow yo head gasket
The way she slob me up damn she go head magic
Made her eat a plan B I'm on Billie Jean status
Fuck a semi bitch I like my shit fully automatic
She go buss it like a Kel tech and make it hard to manage
Baby I'm so cut I think imma need a bandage
I'll fuck a party up throwing money underhanded
When I pull out this stick don't panic
This street shit about advantage
Don't never take life for granted
Cause that could be you in that casket
I'm in live with the money we romantic
You put trust in that bitch that's tragic
When I pull out this stick don't panic
That's bouta be you in that casket
Put kids on a bitch face cause she said she love family
Would switched to the percs but a nigga love xannys
I don't give a fuck I will whack a nigga granny
Don't temp me
I'll dump my gun til it's empty Aint shit nice about me but this trigger finger friendly
Walk it like I talk it if I say I do I got it
I can walk on water I'm a motherfucking prophet
You should wear a bra the way you motherfucking gossip
Bitch ass nigga your pussy and I know it
You had a chance to kill me but I knew you was gone blow it
Won't go out like no bitch why cause bitch I aint going
Gang way till my last day double focused
When I pull out this stick don't panic
This street shit about advantage
Don't never take life for granted
Cause that could be you in that casket
I'm in live with the money we romantic
You put trust in that bitch that's tragic
When I pull out this stick don't panic
That's bouta be you in that casket
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Writer(s): Aryeh Williams
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