prowlerman – red dot lyrics
[verse]
i been f+ckin’ wit yo’ b+tches but they ain’t been f+ckin’ wit’ me
i done ran through with my whole f+ckin’ team
poppin’ me a bean then i drink some f+ckin’ lean
all y’all muhf+ckers got problems, well don’t f+ck with me
come through with my crew
come through with my scope and b+tch i aim that sh+t at you
i don’t give a f+ck about that b+tch or bout her crew
i just ran it up, couple pours inside my cup
for your b+tch run it up
i don’t even talk bout’ no money
i don’t even talk to your b+tch but your b+tch still think that this sh+t is funny
makin’ em shout
i just got clout
f+ck wit’ me b+tch
put you in the ground
six feet, six feet, six feet, six feet, six feet
i don’t think they be f+ckin’ wit’ me
i don’t think they be f+ckin’ wit’ me
that’s that sh+t, that’s that sh+t, that’s that prowlerman
only come round in the night time
slaughter people then i’m out and sh+t
f+ck em’ up, put em’ down
money up, b+tches down
couple glocks, hunnid rounds
hunnid drums, to his throat, to his head, take em’ out
if you f+ck wit’ me best believe that’s the last person you f+ck wit’
if i got the money up b+tch then you know i got the drum kick
with the drum b+tch
and i keep it up like the drums b+tch
whiteout, whiteout
so i keep+ yuh
10 shots deep what the f+ck be wrong when you pop my b+tch up
b+tch i got all the hits
trip out for fun, k!ll this sh+t
y’all ain’t know who i am, y’all ain’t f+ck wit’ this sh+t
if you know who prowler is, then i prolly ain’t sh+t
you prolly ain’t f+ck
yeah, i ain’t f+ck wit’ that b+tch
i ain’t f+ck wit’ that sh+t
i’m so dripped in givenchy
blood stains on the vlone
f+ckin’ yo’ b+tch, she a hoe
money up, b+tch, on go
yea, we on the move, we on go
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