PROMETHAZINE THOTZ ft. Infamous Guap Lyrics

If he talking shit, imma cut his throat.

I was thinking bout the fucking money every time we spoke.

Speaking about the cash, he too lucky ion fuck his hoe.

Heard that bitch a lover, she gon love when this money blows.

Yuh, lost in the pussy got me lost in the sauce.

She gon think about me, every time I fuckin rock.

With the jeans, yuh, true religion jeans, sippin wok.

She was feenin, yuh, I was certified a fuckin boss.

Yuh, this the shit I go through.

I was think bout cash when that bitch came through.

Hold up, she want cash from me.

She want racks from me.

I was thinking, god damn bitch get yo ass from me.

Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh.

I love that bitch too much, too much for sex, yuh.

I love that bitch too much, I cash my checks.

Dodging bullets I'm a menace uh

Writing with the pen

the ink red from opps I manage uh

Shoutout to the bitches from the 8th that like to give me head

Ik all my opps are praying that this lil beaner dead

I been smoking pounds when I'm down

My inside silhouette

I've been fucking bitches shout out to the ones that I done lead

Gave the gang some richest bout to buy ourselves a couple benz

Gave the opp some stitches cuz I didn't fuk with what he said

Tra tra tra

I rock some Jordan's got this bitches fiening for my dick uh

My bitch is foreign that bitch talking Spanish to my tip uh

I feel like Norman hella fortune Ice all on my wrist uh

They call me Gordon cuz my meat is all these bitches wish uh