PROLIFIC! Lyrics

None of you niggas are fun

Ya'll love being bums

I been out the slums

She pay me in ones

I'm loving it hun

I beat it up, if she run I'm done

Wish I cared we ain't stressin none

Still sprayin' seeds on her burger's buns

When you got a Key you don't need a gun

She don't fuck with you, you a burger bud

I been out the stu for a minute, I'm sorry I had to go count up some digits

That nicky I'm just tryna quit it, she with it

But I ain't even tryna hit it

When I step in this bitch it's terrific, prolific

It's way too lit being gifted

Automatic, I ain't shifting

Runnin' to the bag tryna grab it with my mittens

She eatin' my meat lil shawty a lay up

Got big dreams so a nigga gotta pray up

I only ride dirty right after a re-up

She begging for tethers, you signing this prenup

See ya! Ha

Baby too bad had to free her

I don't sip on no wok out the liter

But the flow is still colder than ritas

We smoking on piss from cheetahs

She love me I don't wanna leave her

Like Michael Jackson imma beat her, Yeesh

Then I do the John Cena, damn

(Heh)

Girl don't be upset cuz I'm that guy

Been up for a day and I'm still fried

Why you all on my nuts? I ain't Five Guys

(Nah, Heh)

She want me for brain cuz I'm that smart

In the back of her head like some Mozart

I can't show you no love, that aint my part

(My Part)

And don't you forget the name Glokey

If I'm sliding, these hoes might approach me

She call me the King of The Dough Feens

I been out the stu for a minute, I'm sorry I had to go count up some digits

That nicky I'm just tryna quit it, she with it

But I ain't even tryna hit it

When I step in this bitch it's terrific, prolific

It's way too lit being gifted

Automatic, I ain't shifting

Runnin' to the bag tryna grab it with my mittens

None of you niggas are fun

Y'all love being bums

I been out the slums

She pay me in 1's

I'm loving it hun

I beat it up if she run I'm done

Wish I cared we ain't stressin' nun

Still sprayin' seeds on her burgers buns

When you got a Key you don't need a gun

She don't fuck with you, you a burger bud

If you play me again then you die

Imma need all the crust like pie

Baby never no need to be shy

Keep playin' Imma buss it in your eye

She fuckin' with me cuz you toxic

Finna fly a bitch out like rockets

Met a baddie outtie in the tropics, stop it

Guarantee Imma knock it.