Lyrics Headshots - Prophit

Bitch are you ready to go, I been waiting forever now that's it time to get on my level
Bitch I am the goat, I been hotter than kettles, these edibles hit as I settle
I go into ghost, cuz bitch imma rebel wit all of this bass and the treble
I might overdose, hit the gas wit no pedal
And then I draw lines wit the devil
Aye, popping them glocks we don't fuck with the rugers
And if we got problems I call up my shooters
Bitch I be ballin we hoop like the hullas
Can't take a day off, I don't live like the Bulars
Instrumental rhythm visit further than a cataclysm
Call the police, Prophit vision gotta hazard in him
Another fuck boy about to get it tonight
Boy you fucking wit me, ending ya life
I rep Indiana, I fucks with the Hoosiers
And my team be winning, yo team full of losers
You say you spit flame but it's small as a lighter
I carry the torch cuz I come with that fire
Aye, Bitch I might go straight, straight up into beast mode
The way I run the game it's like I put inside a cheat code
About to catch a body, reaper coming for the weak soul, now that he deceased though
Aye, robbin then poppin them licks til they down
Precision with the pistol I don't need the 30 round
But I got everybody runnin when they hear the choppa sound
When I say I got the heater I ain't pitchin on the mound
Aye, don't give a fuck what they say
Aye, bitch better know I don't play
Aye, takin the shots to the head cuz my feeling are dead and they down in the grave, aye

I ain't really never gave a fuck about a thang
So I'm poppin all these bottles and I'm blowing on that dank
I been tripping off that molly, I'm just tryna get some brain, get some brain
Stupid hoe gon get it, if she wit it then I'm bussin on her face, aye