PRIME Lyrics

Yuh, uh

I'm gettin'-I'm getting high right now

I can't-I can't feel my face, Ey

Yuh, yuh, yuh , yuh

I'm in the cut right now, they said I look creepy, woah

Txna in the cut right now, they said I look creepy, Uh

Pop out the cut like a stalker

I got a blick on my side, yeah, a choppa

Don't you, worry 'bout shit, it only bring pain

Don't worry 'bout me or talk on the gang

Illiterate nigga, can't speak

Woah, flow going up, as you see

The fuck does your folks even worry 'bout me

What does your hoe even want with me

I need some bands, can't stop 'till I get it

Txna the man, they ain't want to admit it

They thinkin' "this fat ass nigga ain't with it"

No, lil' txna ain't no chicken

Imma pop on your block with a switch, huh

Nigga got turned into swiss

Upping' that fire, you know I don't miss

I'm in that fire, he a bitch, he a bitch, Uh

Uh, I'm in Toledo with fire

Imma delete 'em with fire

Ain't with the kult you gon' die

Uh, Switch, he a bitch, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit

I want some money, I'm tryna get rich

I'm smokin' that weed so shit can get lit

Lil' fuck-nigga finna fall in the pits, uh

Uh, Txna don't give no fucks

Uh, Oops, he just ran outta' luck

Oh, Balenci boots match the truck

Yuh, I'm swerving, finna fuck this shit all up

I don't have the keys to the car, no

Hotwire finna' go far, bum

She don't wanna say goodbye, so

I told that hoe au revoir

Uh, uh-uh, huh-uh, uh-Uhuh, uh-uhuh, yeah

Hop out the cut and they say I look creepy

Come back stage, your shawty can meet me

Combat stage, want static like T.V

Hop in the back of the car and we spinnin' like DVD

Do-Re-Mi

Old hoe wanna bury me

New hoe wanna marry me

Cop that shit, AMIRI jeans