prospect

I done ran it up, got it back like what's up
Dope in my blunt, red in my cup
This bitch kinda bad and I know she wanna fuck
Za in the wood yea that shit got me stuck
I heard you switched on your bros, we ain't feeling you
You could listen to my music, don't do interviews
I'll apologize to the cup, sorry for spilling you
Maybe if you listen what I'm saying, learn a thing or two
Bitch ain't wanna stay down, guess that's her loss
Tricked a bitch the other day, I hit her with the criss-cross
I make money every way, I can't afford to take loss
We been grinding every day, I can't afford to take off
I don't fuck with these hoes, ain't bout the chit chat
Wearing different designers, my body is a mix match
Yeah, bro call the hoes up let's have a kickback
Got the pack and gave it to my cousin, he gon flip that
Yeah, thrift shop tee with the ksubi jeans
Brodie said he getting racks daily, that ain't new to me
I been fucking on too many bitches, they should neuter me
All my bruddas making money moves, that shit good to see
Yeah you call them boys your brothers, but you don't support
Meanwhile you sitting on your ass, you a fucken dork
You got no ambition for this money, crying bout some whores
You be hype as hell to get some bread, go and get some more
Yeah, like if you not supporting me and my music you could hit the door
Yeah, like if you not fucking with me for my vibes you could hit the floor
Like bro you say you gon get money, why don't you do it and just show me then
Like bro you say you rocking with me but I know you not a real friend
Ima go up bitch ill die trying
Pretty bitch she grown up and she all mine
I make money in real life, this ain't online
Bitch stop hitting up my phone, this a bad time
I need motivation, ima pop a percocet
Wait till me and gang go up, we in a private jet
Link up with my secret bitch, we having private sex
Gang gone off the alcohol and weed like project x
You ain't my bro, you ain't support me, i was on my last
If i catch you down bad I'm driving right past
Leave everyone in the dust I'm moving too fast
We got sum dranks in the whip, and I just might crash
I know its hard to be yourself when everybody watching
I ain't lil baby but I'm filling up four pockets
Me and gang blasting off, we just like rockets
Got the pack and flip it over I just made profit
Yeah they said that I'm the one, I'm the prospect
Digital on the dashboard this shit high tech
I got a bitch on snapchat to sell the hi-tech
Girly keep flirtin on the phone, I said stop that