Prismo Lyrics

Chillin in the cut

Bitches I don't trust

Shawty over FaceTime I ain't into love

I just wanna face mine, faded off the Runtz

You could have the world all you need is speaking up

Bitches words dawg they cut deep for a minute

Keep your mind how you moving

Keep your eyes on them digits

Never in my prime cuz I'm never gone be finished

Shawty I don't ever lie to these bitches I ain't kidding

Never switch up for a thot

Never switch up on the team

I be dripping, watch the drop

On all these Nikes and supreme

Check the photos oh my gosh

How I look so good and lean

Tell your bitch that I don't want her

I can't have no drama queen

City on my back, huh

Bitches on my ass, huh

Why you never free?

I told this bitch to never ask huh

Running up the numbers over y'all I'm doing laps huh

If we gonna spark up I know this bitch can match

Smoke break feeling like a recess for grownups

In about a year my feature prices finna blow up

If you come by asking, it ain't cheap get a loan bruh

Money rolling in you ain't believe me

But I told ya

Grew up with the Torah but never eating kosher

Smiling for the photos silver tooth it got the close up

Nike on my shoes don't wanna crease I wanna float bruh

Pouring up some juice, I be sipping out of foam cups

Tinting on my windows

Bitches want my kinfolk

Shawty 2D and I ain't talking like she Prismo

Said my fit so

Pricey like it's crypto

Bitch, I can't die before my fame I'll haunt ya ass if I'm in limbo

Chillin in the cut

Bitches I don't trust

Shawty over FaceTime I ain't into love

I just wanna face mine, faded off the Runtz

You could have the world all you need is speaking up

All you need is speaking up

I'm for real without a question

Smoking everyday it got my brain on cloud 11

Video go hard you see my vision and my presence

How I'm gonna make it

Keep it lowkey leave them guessing

Man I miss that bitch but every day I can't be stressing

If he talking shit we light him up like he fluorescent

Sipping on my tea it hit the spot its so refreshing

Calling up the station I'm the guy they all requesting

Man like all that puff shit

I had to let it go

All my homies need to puff shit

I'm quitting on my own

Love and all that lusting I'm mixing up them both

I'm rarely ever trusting I'm sayin fuck them hoes

Chillin in the cut

Bitches I don't trust

Shawty over FaceTime I ain't into love

I just wanna face mine, faded off the Runtz

You could have the world all you need is speaking up