Prime Szn 1

In my prime bitch, finest boy with the cards Left his ass twitching, bro dropped his reboot card He ain't comin back, bro can't clutch the gulag Caught him and his pants turned the color of a Cuban Hit her once, blocked her number, she can't get a two Breakdancing on the dick this bitch left me spooked On me it's on you if you talk that shit Playing with the bars like I'm Bron but I ain't hooping shit Gave that bitch the bull left her ass screaming Does that mean I'm winning? But with the fraud I'm still sinning Need an asian bitch so we can match the eyes Caught him outside I'm sneaky as hell in this disguise On my life brodie you are not that guy Play with me or one of mine we finna put you in the sky One or two, you can meet me after two Busy as hell trying to make it out the stu' Caught an opp out and I hit him with a bomb Caught yo bitch out and I hit her with a 'bow Runnin' up daily, call me Mister Fraud Got so many bars, never running out of those Never running out of Wock Matter fact, never running out of mothafuckin' stock Got that golden mic and got that fire breath When I spit the bars, all my homies think I'm next Think you can hide, we gon' track yo ass down Think that you up, we gon' pull yo ass down Opps trying to send bitches on me jus' to spy Copped a RPG finna go do war crimes Sent a text to my homie, let's beat this pussy up Sent a text to yo bitch like come on let's link up Trying to grind so hard 'til my throat itch Trying to scam so hard 'til I only dream giffies I got tris inside my fucking veins Why yo bitch with me, I thought she was your main? Why you cap so hard, this ain't NFL No dubs to yo name, you a L Got a grenade, finna blow yo house up Got that coffee cup but we ain't talkin Starbucks This lil bitch crazy, she wanna blow my house up Don't expect nun, finna do you wrong Don't expect money, finna get punched Don't get it confused though, I'm still trying to f*ck If that don't work, yo sister is up Huh bitch, better make up yo mind 'Fore I turn yo ass to some fucking dust 'Fore I put yo ass in a fucking blunt Front row every game, this ain't no stunt Blowing runtz boy, dis ain't no port In my prime bitch, finest boy with the cards Left his ass twitching, bro dropped his reboot card He ain't comin back, bro can't clutch the gulag Caught him and his pants turned the color of a Cuban Hit her once, blocked her number, she can't get a two Breakdancing on the dick this bitch left me spooked On me it's on you if you talk that shit Playing with the bars like I'm Bron but I ain't hooping shit Gave that bitch the bull left her ass screaming Does that mean I'm winning? But with the fraud I'm still sinning Need an asian bitch so we can match the eyes Caught him outside I'm sneaky as hell in this disguise On my life brodie you are not that guy Play with me or one of mine we finna put you in the sky