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slimesito – prophet lyrics

[intro]
(808 got the sound n+gga)
fifty
aye
(eskimo)
walking around with thigh pads in my pocket n+gga
yeah
(aye juvee)

[chorus]
yeah
you know i’m outta pocket
everyday i got the racks in my pocket
plugged in, i got the plugs in the socket
in the streets man they treat me like a prophet
my sh+t crank you know i got the [?]
my young n+gga on the block, they door locking
that stick hit him, hit his ass outta sight
i see it, i like it, then you know i’m gon cop it
like i live in houston i got the rocket
them thigh pads on me, i got the racks in my pocket
man everyday you know i keep pocket rockets
i’m sipping on that wock, no sipping on hypnotics
that choppa got a switch, that sh+t like hydraulics
chains around me i feel like a convict
i got some n+ggas in la banging like bompton
[verse]
i’m smoking california when i’m in compton
i’m counting rackaids yeah i count that sh+t often
just put a ten on my hand but they ain’t gon off me
i’m in [?] so that sh+t finna cost me
they tryna catch me but you know they lost me
man everyday i got them racks in my pocket
i’m rich slime you know we making deposits
got a automatic stick it’s ducked in my closet
i’m plugged in i got the plugs to the socket
i’m paranoid cuz i know that they watching
my ice hitting, man it’s fighting like boxing
i’m hitting with the stick you know that sh+t knocking
got key stick on me i know that they plotting
got double down sticks on me, i’m in the penthouse
n+ggas want smoke, i’m finna see what that sh+t about
i’m going over, i got them shooters from down south
two shooters and they taking your trap house
got two shooters they run in your trap house
young n+ggas man they guarding your stash house
breakdown finna show you what trapping about
my grandma asking me, man what’s all that traffic about
i feel like point guard, i’m passing them straps out
keep 5+7’s but i’m toting them blackouts
13 i was bringing that mac out
alotta pistols and they all from my trap house
[chorus]
yeah
you know i’m outta pocket
everyday i got the racks in my pocket
plugged in, i got the plugs in the socket
in the streets man they treat me like a prophet
my sh+t crank you know i got the [?]
my young n+gga on the block, they door locking
that stick hit him, hit his ass outta sight
i see it, i like it, then you know i’m gon cop it
like i live in houston i got the rocket
them thigh pads on me, i got the racks in my pocket
man everyday you know i keep pocket rockets
i’m sipping on that wock, no sipping on hypnotics
that choppa got a switch, that sh+t like hydraulics
chains around me i feel like a convict
i got some n+ggas in la banging like bompton

- slimesito lyrics

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