Prowler Lyrics

[Why do I already know the lyrics?]

Shawty like, "woah, woah" (like woah)

We gon' pour up a four' (like woah)

Don't do the drill, it's a no go (like woah)

Bitch I'm poppin' a pill and it's slow-mo (like woah)

Shatwy she tryn' give me blow (like woah)

When you see Maj, you like "woah woah"

I put that shit on my folks (oh yeah)

Tell her to chill, I'm like "vro"

Boy you is broke, you get no hoes

Nigga hop in the mix, nigga you know that this not what it is

How you talking on Maj but you know you a bitch?

Bitch I'm running my ones what you tryna get?

I know you tryna fight but you not finna win

Make that boy pray the god, make him pray for his sins

If he talking online, make a fuck nigga bin

Shawty talking like, "woah ,woah" (like woah)

We gon pour' up a four

Don't do the drill it's a no go

High off a pill and it's slow-mo

You know I'm rockin the polo

I put that shit on my folks

Boy you is broke get no hoes

He talk on Maj, he want smoke

She wanna ride like a boat

I'm number one, I'm the goat

Shawty like, "woah, woah"

I'm gon' pour a four

I got red, I got rojo

Shawty looking like Momo

Why she talking that rah rah?

I'm shit talking like, caca

I'm like, where is yo' father?

Boy you do not want problems

Put that shit on my momma

We gon' hit em get em knocked up

Imma blick em, then I rob him

Call the squad get the mob up

I-I be lurkin' like, a prowler

Hellcat and the charger

Shawty tell me 'imma monster'

Cook it up like, some pasta

No I don't got a roster

You alone, you a foster

I done been on my own

And I don't got a problem, so leave me alone

Got a bad lil hoe and she just tryna bone

And I ain't finna lie, I ain't been on my phone

We gon' fry them boys and we gon' turn em to scones

I'm gon' hit from the back and that bitch finna moan

If it's up, then it's up, hit that boy in his dome

Let the bullet connect, hit him up with the chrome, (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)