Don’t Look Like Props lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Cameron, you the man now)
(Jai Beats on the track, boy)

[Chorus]
Walked out of jail, I told 'em they can keep my property
This sh*t give you bad luck, I can't take none of this sh*t out with me
Walked out of jail fresh to death, b*tch, that's a felony
How shawty wanna cuff a G? You would've thought she was arresting me
Extensions on my Glock, I'm out hunting after the opp
I'm not taking pictures with guns 'cause these b*tches don't look like props
Now n*ggas really get shot, they end up somewhere dead
Send them Zoes after your top, told 'em bring me that n*gga head

[Verse]
I send them Zoes after your body, told 'em snatch that n*gga soul
He'll do it for the bread even though he still on parole
Ain't never been a ho, he on go when it's time to shoot
I grew up around killers, ain't have to go and recruit
I grew up around soldiers who bring pistols in the club
Ain't taking sh*t from me but we will give his daddy slugs
My cup from the mud, my diamonds from the dirt
My n*gga off them drugs, he tweaking off the Percs
He geeking out his body, you could get shot just for looking wrong
This .40 be the kryptonite for the n*ggas that think they super strong
This pistol take his power, have him begging like a coward
I ain't never going for nothing, f*ck n*gga, I'm from Broward
[Chorus]
Walked out of jail, I told 'em they can keep my property
This sh*t give you bad luck, I can't take none of this sh*t out with me
Walked out of jail fresh to death, b*tch, that's a felony
How shawty wanna cuff a G? You would've thought she was arresting me
Extensions on my Glock, I'm out hunting after the opp
I'm not taking pictures with guns 'cause these b*tches don't look like props
Now n*ggas really get shot, they end up somewhere dead
Send them Zoes after your top, told 'em bring me that n*gga head