Prismo
Chillin in the cut
Bitches I don't trust
Shawty over FaceTime I ain't into love
I just wanna face mine, faded off the Runtz
You could have the world all you need is speaking up
Bitches words dawg they cut deep for a minute
Keep your mind how you moving
Keep your eyes on them digits
Never in my prime cuz I'm never gone be finished
Shawty I don't ever lie to these bitches I ain't kidding
Never switch up for a thot
Never switch up on the team
I be dripping, watch the drop
On all these Nikes and supreme
Check the photos oh my gosh
How I look so good and lean
Tell your bitch that I don't want her
I can't have no drama queen
City on my back, huh
Bitches on my ass, huh
Why you never free?
I told this bitch to never ask huh
Running up the numbers over y'all I'm doing laps huh
If we gonna spark up I know this bitch can match
Smoke break feeling like a recess for grownups
In about a year my feature prices finna blow up
If you come by asking, it ain't cheap get a loan bruh
Money rolling in you ain't believe me
But I told ya
Grew up with the Torah but never eating kosher
Smiling for the photos silver tooth it got the close up
Nike on my shoes don't wanna crease I wanna float bruh
Pouring up some juice, I be sipping out of foam cups
Tinting on my windows
Bitches want my kinfolk
Shawty 2D and I ain't talking like she Prismo
Said my fit so
Pricey like it's crypto
Bitch, I can't die before my fame I'll haunt ya ass if I'm in limbo
Chillin in the cut
Bitches I don't trust
Shawty over FaceTime I ain't into love
I just wanna face mine, faded off the Runtz
You could have the world all you need is speaking up
All you need is speaking up
I'm for real without a question
Smoking everyday it got my brain on cloud 11
Video go hard you see my vision and my presence
How I'm gonna make it
Keep it lowkey leave them guessing
Man I miss that bitch but every day I can't be stressing
If he talking shit we light him up like he fluorescent
Sipping on my tea it hit the spot its so refreshing
Calling up the station I'm the guy they all requesting
Man like all that puff shit
I had to let it go
All my homies need to puff shit
I'm quitting on my own
Love and all that lusting I'm mixing up them both
I'm rarely ever trusting I'm sayin fuck them hoes
Chillin in the cut
Bitches I don't trust
Shawty over FaceTime I ain't into love
I just wanna face mine, faded off the Runtz
You could have the world all you need is speaking up
Bitches I don't trust
Shawty over FaceTime I ain't into love
I just wanna face mine, faded off the Runtz
You could have the world all you need is speaking up
Bitches words dawg they cut deep for a minute
Keep your mind how you moving
Keep your eyes on them digits
Never in my prime cuz I'm never gone be finished
Shawty I don't ever lie to these bitches I ain't kidding
Never switch up for a thot
Never switch up on the team
I be dripping, watch the drop
On all these Nikes and supreme
Check the photos oh my gosh
How I look so good and lean
Tell your bitch that I don't want her
I can't have no drama queen
City on my back, huh
Bitches on my ass, huh
Why you never free?
I told this bitch to never ask huh
Running up the numbers over y'all I'm doing laps huh
If we gonna spark up I know this bitch can match
Smoke break feeling like a recess for grownups
In about a year my feature prices finna blow up
If you come by asking, it ain't cheap get a loan bruh
Money rolling in you ain't believe me
But I told ya
Grew up with the Torah but never eating kosher
Smiling for the photos silver tooth it got the close up
Nike on my shoes don't wanna crease I wanna float bruh
Pouring up some juice, I be sipping out of foam cups
Tinting on my windows
Bitches want my kinfolk
Shawty 2D and I ain't talking like she Prismo
Said my fit so
Pricey like it's crypto
Bitch, I can't die before my fame I'll haunt ya ass if I'm in limbo
Chillin in the cut
Bitches I don't trust
Shawty over FaceTime I ain't into love
I just wanna face mine, faded off the Runtz
You could have the world all you need is speaking up
All you need is speaking up
I'm for real without a question
Smoking everyday it got my brain on cloud 11
Video go hard you see my vision and my presence
How I'm gonna make it
Keep it lowkey leave them guessing
Man I miss that bitch but every day I can't be stressing
If he talking shit we light him up like he fluorescent
Sipping on my tea it hit the spot its so refreshing
Calling up the station I'm the guy they all requesting
Man like all that puff shit
I had to let it go
All my homies need to puff shit
I'm quitting on my own
Love and all that lusting I'm mixing up them both
I'm rarely ever trusting I'm sayin fuck them hoes
Chillin in the cut
Bitches I don't trust
Shawty over FaceTime I ain't into love
I just wanna face mine, faded off the Runtz
You could have the world all you need is speaking up
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Writer(s): Benny Roach
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