Mess Around

By Prota

On ISO

Released on May 8, 2020

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From the jungle we some silver backs/

I’m still rolling up inside the silver packs/

I’m Adam silver boy I run this whole shit while smoking silver haze/

I got no ceilings smoking white widow/

Wish a Nigga wood I whittle little negroes/

Like chopping up kilos I’m drawing the line like you bout to shoot freethrows/

A couple 100 Jackson’s for these tetos/

Me and Lito took a plane down to Rio/

Tryna pull a freak hoe like Migo I need a bitch look like the sister from LILO in real life/

This was all planned this ain’t a roll of dice/

The way I’m on a roll I’m still on the road I got a roll of dough and just a bag of clothes/

Cause I’m the type to go and buy the whole store/

Got a lighter chick she got the brightest glow/

I still keep my life, on a need to know cause you don’t need to know/ they still tryna say that I’m not the one but what’s the reason tho/

I flick it up and try to find the reason tho/

Got a bad bitch that’s not dependent but she still a needy hoe/

And I ain’t felt like this since 011 screaming out really tho/

Really tho I been that nigga tho/

I let you buy the bitch I just lease her bro and then release the hoe/

I didn’t want the bitch so I ain’t talk to her be free hoe/

Fantasia flow I might treat yo bitch like Anastasia you a damn dimitri nigga/

Go and try to save her/

I’m just tryna taste/

You out here tryna savor/

I’m just tryna break her back change the pace but still move slow/

Tell that boy I don’t fuck around/

I been on a vibe like I posed for the magazine cover nigga/

I feel like Donald Glover nigga/

The way I earn like atl/

I might lose but I never fail/

And lately I ain’t felt so well/

I’m off track tryna grab the rail/

Been feeling blue like a grad from a Yale/

I’m on fye I think I’m close to hell im tryna post the bail like Kobe over Raja/

And I grew the dreads and smoke like a Rasta with my ese Roger/ tryna sell and posture on yo mark like posh I take off like Shelly Ann Fraser price nigga/

The flow hella nice nigga/

I’m still a hella nice nigga/

I’m on my Harlem nights nigga/

I’m Vera in the fight you punch like a bitch nigga/

With the kicks nigga/

Still flick a bird watch me snap the wrist nigga/

You a fake ass lit nigga/

Try to take a risk nigga/

Watch the boy get bigger/

Throw the 4, next to the 6 nigga/

Still roll around with the stick like my mama told me go and get the switch nigga/

Flip the switch nigga

Been the one ay fuck yo list nigga/

In my zone ay what’s yo niche nigga/

In this booth I spit real shit that’s worth a brick nigga this a lick nigga you a hit nigga/

Niggas telling for a bitch nigga you a bitch nigga/

I can’t kick it I can’t deal with you/

Niggas clicking I can kill too