Xhulooo - Prophecy lyrics
[Xhulooo - Prophecy lyrics]
Xhu on the mix
Haha, yeah, hahaha, aye (Whip Up, Fornuto)
I just got too much on my plate right now
I just need to get it off my chest
You feel me? (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah ah yeah! Okay!
Mama gave me a chain she said she proud of me
(Said she proud of me)
I spilled too much lean up on my Prada jeans
(Up on my Prada jeans)
They say I’m so good, man, I’m a prodigy
(That I’m a prodigy)
Too much lies I heard, I need some honesty
(I need some honesty)
These boys ain’t so good
They need some quality
(They need some quality)
Too much on my plate, but it ain’t hot as me
(But it ain’t hot as me)
You kids ain’t so funny, this ain’t comedy
(This ain’t comedy)
I can see the hate coming
It ain’t a prophecy
(Ain’t a prophecy, blatt)
Tommy pillow under my head
I’m sleeping comfortably
(I’m sleeping comfortably, yeah)
Louis mattress on my bed
I’m sleeping wonderfully
(I’m sleeping wonderfully, yeah)
Florida opps sayin’ I’m green
That’s what the money be (What the money be)
And my fit yellow and black
Just like a honeybee
(Blatt! Like a honeybee, aye)
That boy, he a troll, we got poles
With them scopes (yeah)
2 Twin Glocks gon’ blow, let you know
We fasho (Woah)
Run up on that boy, and we taking what he own
(yeah) we with all of that
So we gon’ pistol whip his dome
(Pistol whip his dome)
Am I saying that I’m better than you? I guess
I’m going a little further than you are
Yeah! I’m better than you okay?
Much better than you, you are, garbage okay?
If you get a rise out
Of attacking the powerless, you’re garbage
Huh, aye, yeah, that boy garbage
(That boy garbage)
I can’t beef with you, boy, cause you garbage
(yeah, you garbage)
G23, it’s aimin at my target
(At my target, buh)
You ain’t on my level, I’m the hardest
(Lil boy)
Yes, I’m making moves, boy I’m the smartest
(yeah, yeah)
I ain’t just no rapper, I’m a artist
(I’m an artist, woah, woah woah)
They say dat lil Xhulooo he cold hearted
(Hearted, woah) i gotta feed my fam, but
We ain’t starving, no, no
(No we ain’t starving, wah)
Yeah, I need 20 more seconds (More seconds)
I, get on the beat and it’s reckless
(And it’s reckless)
Ooh, I got a mic on my necklace (Bling)
Feel like Spike, the way I’m directing (yeah)
Porsche speed up in this Lexus (Skrt)
Pockets too fat like Precious (Like Precious)
Stick on me, it can get hectic (Bah)
Running this game, I’m relentless (yeah)
Haha, yeah, hahaha, aye (Whip Up, Fornuto)
I just got too much on my plate right now
I just need to get it off my chest
You feel me? (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah ah yeah! Okay!
Mama gave me a chain she said she proud of me
(Said she proud of me)
I spilled too much lean up on my Prada jeans
(Up on my Prada jeans)
They say I’m so good, man, I’m a prodigy
(That I’m a prodigy)
Too much lies I heard, I need some honesty
(I need some honesty)
These boys ain’t so good
They need some quality
(They need some quality)
Too much on my plate, but it ain’t hot as me
(But it ain’t hot as me)
You kids ain’t so funny, this ain’t comedy
(This ain’t comedy)
I can see the hate coming
It ain’t a prophecy
(Ain’t a prophecy, blatt)
Tommy pillow under my head
I’m sleeping comfortably
(I’m sleeping comfortably, yeah)
Louis mattress on my bed
I’m sleeping wonderfully
(I’m sleeping wonderfully, yeah)
Florida opps sayin’ I’m green
That’s what the money be (What the money be)
And my fit yellow and black
Just like a honeybee
(Blatt! Like a honeybee, aye)
That boy, he a troll, we got poles
With them scopes (yeah)
2 Twin Glocks gon’ blow, let you know
We fasho (Woah)
Run up on that boy, and we taking what he own
(yeah) we with all of that
So we gon’ pistol whip his dome
(Pistol whip his dome)
Am I saying that I’m better than you? I guess
I’m going a little further than you are
Yeah! I’m better than you okay?
Much better than you, you are, garbage okay?
If you get a rise out
Of attacking the powerless, you’re garbage
Huh, aye, yeah, that boy garbage
(That boy garbage)
I can’t beef with you, boy, cause you garbage
(yeah, you garbage)
G23, it’s aimin at my target
(At my target, buh)
You ain’t on my level, I’m the hardest
(Lil boy)
Yes, I’m making moves, boy I’m the smartest
(yeah, yeah)
I ain’t just no rapper, I’m a artist
(I’m an artist, woah, woah woah)
They say dat lil Xhulooo he cold hearted
(Hearted, woah) i gotta feed my fam, but
We ain’t starving, no, no
(No we ain’t starving, wah)
Yeah, I need 20 more seconds (More seconds)
I, get on the beat and it’s reckless
(And it’s reckless)
Ooh, I got a mic on my necklace (Bling)
Feel like Spike, the way I’m directing (yeah)
Porsche speed up in this Lexus (Skrt)
Pockets too fat like Precious (Like Precious)
Stick on me, it can get hectic (Bah)
Running this game, I’m relentless (yeah)