Majj - Prowler Lyrics

[Why do I already know the lyrics?]

Shawty like, "woah, woah" (like woah)
We gon' pour up a four' (like woah)
Don't do the drill, it's a no go (like woah)
Bitch I'm poppin' a pill and it's slow-mo (like woah)
Shatwy she tryn' give me blow (like woah)
When you see Maj, you like "woah woah"
I put that shit on my folks (oh yeah)
Tell her to chill, I'm like "vro"
Boy you is broke, you get no hoes

Nigga hop in the mix, nigga you know that this not what it is
How you talking on Maj but you know you a bitch?
Bitch I'm running my ones what you tryna get?
I know you tryna fight but you not finna win
Make that boy pray the god, make him pray for his sins
If he talking online, make a f*ck nigga bin

Shawty talking like, "woah ,woah" (like woah)
We gon pour' up a four
Don't do the drill it's a no go
High off a pill and it's slow-mo
You know I'm rockin the polo
I put that shit on my folks
Boy you is broke get no hoes
He talk on Maj, he want smoke
She wanna ride like a boat
I'm number one, I'm the goat
Shawty like, "woah, woah"
I'm gon' pour a four
I got red, I got rojo
Shawty looking like Momo
Why she talking that rah rah?
I'm shit talking like, caca
I'm like, where is yo' father?
Boy you do not want problems
Put that shit on my momma
We gon' hit em get em knocked up
Imma blick em, then I rob him
Call the squad get the mob up
I-I be lurkin' like, a prowler
Hellcat and the charger
Shawty tell me 'imma monster'
Cook it up like, some pasta
No I don't got a roster
You alone, you a foster

I done been on my own
And I don't got a problem, so leave me alone
Got a bad lil hoe and she just tryna bone
And I ain't finna lie, I ain't been on my phone
We gon' fry them boys and we gon' turn em to scones
I'm gon' hit from the back and that bitch finna moan
If it's up, then it's up, hit that boy in his dome
Let the bullet connect, hit him up with the chrome, (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)