Slimesito - Prophet lyrics

(808 got the sound nigga) fifty
Aye (Eskimo)
Walking around with thigh pads
In my pocket nigga yeah
(Aye Juvee)

Yeah you know I'm outta pocket
Everyday I got the racks in my pocket
Plugged in, I got the plugs in the socket
In the streets man they treat
Me like a prophet
My shit crank you know I got the
My young nigga on the block
They door locking
That stick hit him, hit his ass outta sight
I see it, I like it
Then you know I'm gon cop it
Like I live in Houston I got the rocket
Them thigh pads on me
I got the racks in my pocket
Man everyday you know I keep pocket rockets
I'm sipping on that Wock
No sipping on hypnotics
That choppa got a switch
That shit like hydraulics
Chains around me I feel like a convict
I got some niggas in LA banging like Bompton

I'm smoking California when I'm in Compton
I'm counting rackaids yeah I
Count that shit often
Just put a ten on my hand
But they ain't gon off me
I'm in so that shit finna cost me
They tryna catch me but you know they lost me
Man everyday I got them racks in my pocket
I'm rich slime you know we making deposit's
Got a automatic stick it's
Ducked in my closet
I'm plugged in I got the plugs to the socket
I'm paranoid cuz I know that they watching
My ice hitting
Man it's fighting like boxing
I'm hitting with the stick you
Know that shit knocking
Got key stick on me I know that they plotting
Got double down sticks on me
I'm in the penthouse niggas want smoke
I'm finna see what that shit about
I'm going over
I got them shooters from down south
Two shooters and they taking your trap house
Got two shooters they run in your trap house
Young niggas man they guarding
Your stash house
Breakdown finna show you what trapping about
My grandma asking me
Man what's all that traffic about
I feel like point guard
I'm passing them straps out
Keep 5-7's but I'm toting them blackouts
13 I was bringing that Mac out
Alotta pistols and they all
From my trap house

Yeah you know I'm outta pocket
Everyday I got the racks in my pocket
Plugged in, I got the plugs in the socket
In the streets man they treat
Me like a prophet
My shit crank you know I got the
My young nigga on the block
They door locking
That stick hit him, hit his ass outta sight
I see it, I like it
Then you know I'm gon cop it
Like I live in Houston I got the rocket
Them thigh pads on me
I got the racks in my pocket
Man everyday you know I keep pocket rockets
I'm sipping on that Wock
No sipping on hypnotics
That choppa got a switch
That shit like hydraulics
Chains around me I feel like a convict
I got some niggas in LA banging like Bompton