Prospect Lyrics

Bitches be bitches

Ain't fuckin with them

They go fuck with the next

Flirt with chain on my neck

I'm the prospect get respect

Stomping your shit like I'm Seth

Prospect shit I'm the man

Quote yo girl I'm a fan

Not a star yet I'm a gem

Just wait Imma 1010

You just do it pretend

Never needed two Cents

Switch your eyes on the lens

Switch the game with the trends

Start with a book in the pen

Dot to the ink on the bread

Only need gang no friends

World champ flow at the end

Who the fuck you talking about?

Growing up stacks money amount

SoCal boy go Coast to Coast

Flirt with a chain I'm premium bro

They wanna keep me on low

One of one I don't do no clone

Let me speak my truth

I Been talking to soft about my feelings

Instead of leaving these beats just pleading

Call it murder on a demon

Yes just believe it

Leave it

Bitch is fiening

You just dreamin

Bitch you funny mean it

Check me best kept secret

Don't pray for me

They went and gassed you up

Thinking that you good or sum

Copy paste your shit or sum

Run it up I'm nice for what

That money from that other month

Prospect I don't needa front

Cover energy let the bitch envy

Me like your boy on MTV

SoundCloud diss you bitches plead

Shit talk about me don't needa see

Get it from the 909 let me get the city key

Stop offending me

Bitches be bitches

Ain't fuckin with them

They go fuck with the next

Flirt with chain on my neck

I'm the prospect get respect

Stomping your shit like I'm Seth

Prospect shit I'm the man

Quote yo girl I'm a fan

Not a star yet I'm a gem

Just wait Imma 1010

You just do it pretend

Never needed two Cents

Switch your eyes on the lens

Switch the game with the trends

Start with a book in the pen

Dot to the ink on the bread

Only need gang no friends

World champ flow at the end

They went and gassed you up

Thinking that you good or sum

Copy paste your shit or sum

Run it up I'm nice for what

That money from that other month

Prospect I don't needa front

They went and gassed you up

They went and gassed you up

Who the fuck you think you is

Diddy wouldn't touch you bitch

Double down no stacking chips

Vegas got my homie lit

How the fuck you comprehend

Dumbass read a book instead

I got bread you go for head

Prospect bitch I get ahead

Get it from the nine-zero-nine