Shoota (Freestyle)

[Hook]
I ain't even worried, all I worry 'bout is peso
Tell yo boy to run up, cause to me he just a say so
If we betting money, boy my pockets getting way more
I don't got no white, but all my diamonds spread like mayo
Oh
My crew we bout to cut up
If he getting mad, boy I tell that guy to shutup
If you leave it up to me I gotta get my shoota
We ain't on that lovey dovey, this ain't Kama Sutra

[Verse 1]
Fuck is you talking, get outta my face
Young bull I'm getting right back to my ways
You know I ain't playing, I aim it all ways
I talk it so blunt, and I keep that shit laced
Imma say it again, I talk it so blunt
Keep a hard toe and I kick it like punt
Unlike you I keep it real I don't front
I don't talk about a fake ass gun
I'm on the come up, it happened so quick
I say what I mean, and I mean what I say
Keep it quick, I'm on the train with Usain
I ain't kidding man this ain't no game
I took a female right away from that lame
I'm getting money, couldn't care about fame
Last name is Prophet, money in my name
I am an animal, cannot be tamed

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I cut, all the, bullshit, get it outta my way
Imma young cold nigga, getting money by the day
And my whole clique is savage, and I say that by the way
Do not hit me up no more, you look like a horse
Yeah
I spit my verse at the same time
Girl your time is a waste of time
Girl I'd rather sit & wait in line
Girl I'm finished like it's dinner time
Sour love, go on and squeeze a lime (x2)

[Hook]