Mak11 - Prone

Got so much drip, they mopping the floors
I walk in this bitch, no snot on my nose
I wanna get rich, designer my clothes
Lil' shawty so thick, give top like a pro
Glock on my hip you get shot in the throat
Watch on the wrist imma cop it from Rome
Opps be so pissed 'cause I got me the throne
Dropping them hits so they calling my phone
Come off of the rip all this hot from the dome
Get robbed like a lick if you stalk out my home
Wok what I sip I just dropped me a four
Rock with the clique ain't no stopping the show
They lock up they lips when them opps is alone
Red dot like a blip on the block imma blow
Chalk up my chips I don't want me no loan
The top of they pick to the profit I'm prone
Bet I be prone like I'm lying down
Get me a Ghost I'll be flying 'round
Been in my zone they just finding out
Get hit through the scope you can die for clout
You missing the boat know it's drip or drown
Better get with the flow you can't sit and slouch
I'm legit finna blow get them big amounts
The kid had to go down a different route
I'm repping my roots, been blessed with the truth
This effort is proof, yeah, yeah
If you testing the crew, or your decimals due
This weapon'll shoot, huh, what
Get messy like soup, the second you snoop
We'll wet up your suit, aye, aye
No regular dudes, the Tech it can boom
You get swept like a broom and then faded away
Aim at his face and his chest, the AK be grazing his vest
I came for the fame on a quest, they break shit and sprain tryna flex
I'm blazing the dank not the cess, yeah straight to my face and it's fresh
I been playing this game like it's chess, your gang ain't the same we the best
Got so much drip, they mopping the floors
I walk in this bitch, no snot on my nose
I wanna get rich, designer my clothes
Lil' shawty so thick, give top like a pro
Glock on my hip you get shot in the throat
Watch on the wrist imma cop it from Rome
Opps be so pissed 'cause I got me the throne
Dropping them hits so they calling my phone
Come off of the rip all this hot from the dome
Get robbed like a lick if you stalk out my home
Wok what I sip I just dropped me a four
Rock with the clique ain't no stopping the show
They lock up they lips when them opps is alone
Red dot like a blip on the block imma blow
Chalk up my chips I don't want me no loan
The top of they pick to the profit I'm prone

Written by:
Andrew McDonald

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