PRIME. Lyrics

Damn, damn, she on my dick, but she what?

What?

She on my dick, but she claim she don't like me

Damn, grah, grah-grah

She on my dick, but she claim she don't like me

It get crazy, I put on my shiesty

Can't lack, can't run, no joke

How many other niggas I'ma smoke

Like damn, you is a joke

Runnin' your lips, like, lower ya tone

No woo, I'm bringin' the smoke

Feelin' like Raven, I put on my cloak

Lil' nigga, read what I wrote

Matter fact, never mind

Wastin' time

I got your little bitch, but she whine

And she gon' hold the knocks every time

Niggas, is federal

What's a crime?

Bitches is sour, sour, but no lime

Nigga, I'm really, really in my prime

I know your bitchy, bitchy wanna slide

Grah, and I'm feelin' that

Wait, she friendly? Not really feelin' that

Broken heart? Nobody healin' that

I don't got no time to deal with that

Bitch, I'm up

These niggas is down, though

Niggas see me and they put on a frown, though

Talkin' shit, but you run

How though?

Boomin' that nigga, like, what is that sound, though?

And I'm smokin' the bud, a pound, though

My name is Bozo, but I ain't no clown, though

Givin' hell, ain't talkin' hounds, though

Grah

Niggas chattin', but ain't loud, though

Nigga, I'ma just hop out the V

Patiently waitin' for niggas to see

See that nobody ain't fuckin' with me

Put the beam to chest, now he prayin' he breathe

Damn, she throwin' ass, can't focus

And I'm a black opp, I got a locus

I ain't pussy, you niggas should notice

I got a cold heart, shit really frozen

And I'm confident, I know I'm chosen

I ain't no laundry, nigga, I ain't folding

Shorty say I'm smooth, like lotion

But she was playin' games, no token

Grah

Watch how they hate

Fuck you niggas, can't eat off my plate

I've been on time, and you niggas is late

I'm a top G, now I'm feelin' like Tate

He' talkin' crazy, get put in the sink

Washin' your mouth, like, what did he think?

He tried to dip, now we on the chase

Takin' his money, I'm feelin' like Chase

Grah

She on my dick, but she claim she don't like me

It get crazy, I put on my shiesty

Can't lack, can't run, no joke

How many other niggas I'ma smoke

Like damn, you is a joke

Runnin' your lips, like, lower ya tone

No woo, I'm bringin' the smoke

Feelin' like Raven, I put on my cloak

Lil' nigga, read what I wrote

Matter fact, never mind

Wastin' time

I got your little bitch, but she whine

And she gon' hold the knocks every time

Niggas, is federal, what's a crime?

Bitches is sour, sour, but no lime

Nigga, I'm really, really in my prime

Nigga, I'm really, really in my prime