Stupid Prizes

Lyrics
Bhristo, talk to em slime ) [Chorus] Ayy, ayy, ayy, said pretty on you Won't be right, if it's true Shit can't be 'bout nothing Ayy, shit can't be 'bout nothin' You goin' make the shit true Evil pretty on you (Ayy, yup, ayy) Believe it or not, she tried to take your spot Nigga play stupid games, stupid prizes end up shot I'm fading away, I need some shades on my face [Verse] I'm sorry I scared you, I was geeked all week Got Chanel for your trauma, got me thinking all week You keep thinking 'bout a dollar, I keep thinking 'bout me What you doing when I'm not calling You still being 'bout me, what 'bout me White Bentayga in South Beach I’m the mayor, I'ma put the mob in all the council seats She a player, she ain't gon' tell my bitch, but it ain't coming out of me I'ma pay her just for her to leave and brag about me She hate I got it figured out, call yo' play, I'm sendin' 'em out I'm fading away I'm probably changing my name, to straight drop Opioid, my face hot I ’m in the mix with this, lil messy bitch she got face high Bae, I'm geeked as AI On the way home, we're pissed off You probably think, I'm fading away I'm prolly changing my name, to straight drop Roxy, boy, don't take apart And I'm still not sleep, shit can't be 'bout nothing [Chorus] Ayy, ayy, ayy, said pretty on you Won't be right, if it's true Shit can't be 'bout nothing Shit can't be 'bout nothin' You goin' make the shit true Evil pretty on you (Ayy, yup, ayy) Believe it or not, she tried to take your spot Nigga play stupid games, stupid prizes end up shot I'm fading away I need some shades on my face [Outro] It smells very strong, holy Jesus I know this doesn't look that crazy, but you can smell Wow, it's a lot of drugs
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Credits
- Writers
- LUCKI
- Producers
- Bhristo
- Mixing Engineer
- Mike Seaberg
- Distributor
- EMPIRE