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SHOTzzz by Mad Prophet (Rapper) Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

[Verse 1: Mad Prophet]
Niggas is fiending, my bitches get meaner
This track it be heating, take shots, bullets leaving
Mask on my face, and I'm looking so faded
This bitch on my dick, while these bitches, they hating
Chains they be dripping, and ice it be freezing
Your bitch in my DM, want dick, and she mean it
Shots to the face, bitch you better stop hating
Bitch on my dick, and you know, I am not playing
Shots like a player, and you know we out racing (skrtt)
Blunts at the crib and you know we be facing (ayyy)
These bitches they faded, outdated, take shots at my payment
These bitches debating, my pockets inflating
Take shots bitch I'm wasting, got no time for dating
Just fucking and making these racks on the daily
This pint got me hazy, my pockets fugazee
My bitch she a 10, got no time for rating
Ayye
Ayye
Ayye
[Verse 2: Embey]
Ayye, Ayye, Ayye
Xanax, Ayye Ayye
Yeah
I'm riding solo while getting this bread
Got no time to eat, so I'm striving instead
You sleeping on me, bout' to hop in the bed (sleeping)
Yo bitch with me, she gon' leave you on read
Just give me a reason, to unleash these demons
I'll crack all you heaters, and chop you to pieces
I'm feeling re-leveled, I'm feeling deciteful
I love all my people, I hate all my people
My niggas hungry, they'll eat you for dinner
I'm smoking L's, but I'm still a winner
I'm takin' shots (shots, shots)
Fuck a goalie, I'm ballin' like a rollie pollie
I can't stay that's the old me, she really love it when I (go deep)
G-Get up off me. don't hold me (get off me)
Why you acting like you (know me)
R-Racks on the daily, fuck it just pay me
Don't try to play me, we ball on the same team, making the same green
Stay in yo lane, and fuck all yo games, we ride to the fame
We die for the game, get high from the pain, [???] in the rain
Man fuck what you say, get the fuck out my way
If you ain't on my team, I'm ballin' this season
Since I haven't eaten, my pockets feel empty
I'm feeling your envy, you're chilling with Embey
And we making history, the rest is a mystery
Don't try to diss me (don't try to diss me)