EPISODE · Aug 9, 2016 · 3 MIN
Prophit - GPS
from Prophit From Tampa · host Prophit From Tampa
This that reefa for the chiefers, This that crack this for the tweakers/ Coca'ina in ya speakers Serving niggas, no subpoenas/ I been up ain't slept in two days I see through niggas, Mr.Kool-Aid/ That money comin like it grew legs Oh they fuckin wit me now? It's too late!/ Petty, petty, where the fetti? Got 2 S's on my Chevy/ Small block 357 Loaded weapon, smith and wesson/ See you can tell by how I'm dressing I got the sauce, I got the dressing/ Trying to get you naked and undress ya, baby send ya address Ima GPS it/ Bad bitches in my call log Fuck you niggas! i mean all yall/ Double barrel on the "sawed-off" Talk that shit I blow ya jaws off/ Swear these niggas sweet as cream of wheat Outchea gettin Hella cream-a-week/ Ima hippie, gotta keep the piece 38, it's underneath the briefs/ Livin legend I ain't dead yet Instrumentals in my headset/ Money in the mattress of my bed set I got Swishers, where the meds at/ Run that check up like a doctor visit Peepin shit, don't need no optic lenses/ Fuck the haters and the opposition Really they just wanna be in our position/ Life keep puttin me in odd positions Mama tell me just be optimistic/ When niggas talking I just watch and listen Making observations while I mind my business/ Nigga I'm the business, gotta lot of businesses Can't do nuntin for me but want all these benefits/ Niggas outchea trippin, copping sentences I'm just in the lab jotting sentences/ Shoot the target, gotta pop the witnesses Had to double back, the block was witness-less/ Runnin shit, you niggas got no priveliges Cuttin niggas off, I'm cropping images/ I made the music, aj shot the images Two headed Monster going bonkers/ I put 14 karrots on my chompers Bitch wit a badonka in a rumper/ Straight jacket, kamikaze Check any nigga tryna size me/ Bitches tryna ride me like the gwazi Smoke a blunt while listening Brasi/ Boy you soft as Tempur-Pedic Michael Jackson; beat it, beat it!/ Niggas pillow talking, leaking secrets I cant trust no bitch to keep a secret/ Came up wit nothing nigga now I'm able Had no foundation, nigga now I'm stable/ Regular tv my nigga, now it's cable While im having meeting at a round table/ Niggas tryna knock me off my pivot My bitch mocha, pussy pink as piglet/ Name another nigga fuckin wit it Stop the music, you can hear the crickets/
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