[Intro]
Uh
Prince The Producer (Prince The Producer)
What, huh?
[Verse 1]
I pop off no pistol
She so wet no piss tho
Fettish for her big toe
You still flex in rentals?
I damage instrumentals
Now this shit ain't yours bro
Hotter than 90 degrees and I'm rockin' a fur coat
(Huh, what, uh yuh!)
"I don't like you" tell em' so like it's simple
NIgga I'm not sentimental
All you niggas really mental
Wonder where your mind has went to
Really get it together
Money change like the weather
Why you mad why you stressed sir?
Couple bands in my dresser
Dumb it down lowkey I ain't tryin'
When I say that shit these niggas really think I'm lyin'
Most love when I slow down these lyrics
The others want that real rap so I'ma let em' hear it
I don't really think this mic can last
After the Aftermath when the last track dropped and blast
Though the speakers of the car you have
Had you swerving and yah almost crashed
But that's the past
Past limits, Imma tad timid
You a mad cricket and an ass critic
I be acidic, you be ass with it
With a trash gimmick
So gimme the mic & the light that you got
I bet that you not
Better than me, better than he, better than she
Petal the metal, well bitch I'm fast on my feet
And I'm betting defeat on any nigga with a mouth that can speak
I be switching my speed & it's amazing cuz' I barely can keep
Up
WIth the words that I read cuh
Gotta cut breath then I breathe some
See (sea) flow change, no reason
Like I'm takin' over by a demon
But I rest my case so peace son
[Interlude]
Yeah, uh, peace son, uh
Ayy, huh, yuh, ayy, what?
Ou, aii, uu, huh, what?
Bitch, hol' up, no
Hol' up, what
Hol' up, what
Hol' up
[Verse 2]
Think I might get iced out
All these IG models want my pipe now
I'm tied down
Wifey treat me special I ain't no clown, uh
All this clout on me
But these niggas clown on me
Urkel got it down yah see
Money weigh some pounds homie
(Yah)
Bitch I'm good
Checks be going up like morning wood, huh
Head to foot
I be crispy like a boss should
IG likes, they be lower than my income
Yours is my crumb, had to flex 4 dah one one
[Outro]
4 dah one one, ho
4 dah, 4 dah one one, ho
Yuh, haha, ayy, haha
This shit was fun
Uh
Prince The Producer (Prince The Producer)
What, huh?
[Verse 1]
I pop off no pistol
She so wet no piss tho
Fettish for her big toe
You still flex in rentals?
I damage instrumentals
Now this shit ain't yours bro
Hotter than 90 degrees and I'm rockin' a fur coat
(Huh, what, uh yuh!)
"I don't like you" tell em' so like it's simple
NIgga I'm not sentimental
All you niggas really mental
Wonder where your mind has went to
Really get it together
Money change like the weather
Why you mad why you stressed sir?
Couple bands in my dresser
Dumb it down lowkey I ain't tryin'
When I say that shit these niggas really think I'm lyin'
Most love when I slow down these lyrics
The others want that real rap so I'ma let em' hear it
I don't really think this mic can last
After the Aftermath when the last track dropped and blast
Though the speakers of the car you have
Had you swerving and yah almost crashed
But that's the past
Past limits, Imma tad timid
You a mad cricket and an ass critic
I be acidic, you be ass with it
With a trash gimmick
So gimme the mic & the light that you got
I bet that you not
Better than me, better than he, better than she
Petal the metal, well bitch I'm fast on my feet
And I'm betting defeat on any nigga with a mouth that can speak
I be switching my speed & it's amazing cuz' I barely can keep
Up
WIth the words that I read cuh
Gotta cut breath then I breathe some
See (sea) flow change, no reason
Like I'm takin' over by a demon
But I rest my case so peace son
[Interlude]
Yeah, uh, peace son, uh
Ayy, huh, yuh, ayy, what?
Ou, aii, uu, huh, what?
Bitch, hol' up, no
Hol' up, what
Hol' up, what
Hol' up
[Verse 2]
Think I might get iced out
All these IG models want my pipe now
I'm tied down
Wifey treat me special I ain't no clown, uh
All this clout on me
But these niggas clown on me
Urkel got it down yah see
Money weigh some pounds homie
(Yah)
Bitch I'm good
Checks be going up like morning wood, huh
Head to foot
I be crispy like a boss should
IG likes, they be lower than my income
Yours is my crumb, had to flex 4 dah one one
[Outro]
4 dah one one, ho
4 dah, 4 dah one one, ho
Yuh, haha, ayy, haha
This shit was fun
( ImDontai )
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