Cris the Prophet - Doin' This lyrics

Mic cheka blowin’ up yo sector
I'm gettin’ hot yo i can see the steam
It's yo boy latin Prophecy I I
What up mom i'm in the closet
(laugh)

Bout to spit off the mothafuckin’ dome
Yes I'm Doin' This shit in my fuckin’ home
I love my moms, yes I love my moms
Maybe the only thing that I love more
Is my bong nah fuck that, Jefa always first
Yes I'm Doin' This shit til my
Jefa has no more thirst
And she could just kick back
And do what she wants
I'm comin’ through in the game and
I'm here to fuckin’ taunt
And all you what? All
You mothafuckin’ pussies
You know I get your girls pussy
That shit already be juicy
Cause she's steamin’ up for Cris the Kid
(yes let me call that boy Cris the Kid)
(I heard he's got good songs
Let me call him back)
Yea you know baby that you
Like my fuckin’ raps
I do this shit, this be a mothafuckin’ free
And I was just in my fuckin’ car
Smokin’ some tree you know I do this now
Should this be the hook?
I don't matter let's change the chapter
New book a new book, All I See is a new man
I hope my flows even touch
The people in France
Whenever the fuck I'm feelin’
I can switch it to even that style
Yo boy can go to European
Yes dos langues, mi vene valindo madre
Tambien hablo espanol
Pa que me entendas pendjo
Te mando derecho al inferno
Cuando yo mi pege la gana y yo quiero
Asi lo hago, a horita no tengo jale
But my old job, guess what? Me vale madre
I don't give a fuck, I'm comin’ through
I'm swingin’ right
I ain't sucker punchin’ you cats
So you could shut the fuck up
And you can say my name you can say my name
You could put my nuts in a picture
In a frame and hang it on yo wall
If you come around me mothafucka
I'll bang yo head against the wall
So don't it cause I'm Doin' This in my closet
Yes I'm in the game, get the mic cock it
And then I got my
Interface plugged in already
I'm Doin' This shit
Sliced this game like Eddie
When I frog splash, you know I'm deadly
Like machetes
Mothafucka it's my party so throw me confetti

(woo, brr, brr, brr)
All you mothafuckas man, I swear man
Shit go home, practice your shit y'all
I already got an album out
I dropped an album like a
Mothafuckin’ month ago y'all
And I'm in my closet already
Recordin’ my second mixtape
I ain't gettin’ paid for this shit y'all
I barley got paid for the fuckin’ album y'all
It's all good, it's all good
I hand out CDs for free man
You gotta do it for the love y'all
If you don't love Hip Hop y'all
Then get the fuck out of the game y'all!
It's yo boy Cris the Kid latin Prophecy I I
Shit big ups to Gramatik y'all
No beat, no nada
I'm old school like an Impala (laugh)
Shoutout to all my bud smokers man
All my homeless people out there man
All my people with no money y'all
Shit, Cris the Kid representando
Hip Hop is now my new trabajo (ahh)