Quency - P Lyrics

Yeah yeah
Woah woah yeah yeah
In my prime, in my prime woah
We gon rhyme, we gon rhyme at my, yeah
At my prime, we gon rhyme
We gon woah, woah woah
Ayy, she get an A she virgo
I get some P cause I'm special
I put the D in widow
She get a C for cripple
The past was shitty, smelly and faecal
Buh now we lit check your vevo
Can't find my exes these days
Guess they back in the lake
So it's safe when I call my Nemo's
It's legal
It's been a minute for real
Taking it easy man I'd lost myself
And them stupid reels don't heal
You can't chase bag and a bitch
Who said
It really just need some skill
Some niggas ain't cut out for it
Ain't built for shit
Nothing going on up in here
Let's get it
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm talking the bag
Man's on lag
It's a pity
Habari and a hug
She one with the gang
Plus she pretty, yeah
I look like a milli, I'm twins with a billi
He big sister called T for tities
At my P
At my prime
We gon rhyme, we gon rhyme
Let we weep, let em skip
Tip their hats
When we shine
We gon nine, f*ck the lines
F*ck the dimes, f*ck the shrines
At my P, in my prime
We gon, we gon prime
I been
Been standing on business from my foetus scan
Been stressing the gods like Adidas done
Treat my replacement like he my son
Girl I ain't stupid I knew I was the rebound
Buh you solid for being a fan
He shot his shot buh he had a gun
Don't play with niggas of mutima clan
David my man you too desperate
Straight up its giving peasant
Your skinny lil crush way so into that clout shit
Straight up she think she Kardashian
Put in she said it in Russian
Pull out I felt like a martian
Q involved its a whole no no fractions
Q involved brace your soul James Bond action
Look, I could stand a BBL
What I can't stand is BBM
All I wanted for me was fame
And I wanted a bitch with game
I compared myself a lot with so many niggas
No need for they names
It birthed in me this shame and rage
Cause I wanted to have the same
If I were my mama I get me cane
Wag my ass till I see that I'm my own gem
Man's re-stood on the business
Felt the transcendence, holy shit
Like a bitch I'm in love with the pain
Life's a bitch so you gotta have aim
I'd rather not lose and go out insane
I need me those custom made chains
Let's get it
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm talking the bag
Man's on lag
It's a pity
Habari and a hug
She one with the gang
Plus she pretty, yeah
I look like a milli, I'm twins with a billi
He big sister called T for tities
At my P
At my prime
We gon rhyme, we gon rhyme
Let we weep, let em skip
Tip their hats
When we shine
We gon nine, f*ck the lines
F*ck the dimes, f*ck the shrines
At my P, in my prime
We gon, we gon prime
Woah yeah yeah
In my prime