PROFIT lyrics

[Verse 1: LightSkinGod]
I might just go f*ck on yo b*tch and really show her what a savage is
And she just might swallow her siblings, and then really know who daddy is
Her pus*y pink, molly pink, I'm geekin what you think
That loudy stink, refer reek I throw it in the sink
I grow more weeds then the everglades
Orochimaru, I fill the blunt with the snakes
Diamonds on me always frosted no flakes
I bring the bullets put holes in the fakes
Rich gang come and put a hole in your face
Spinnin the fork and I stay banging cake
Don't know why I'm still hungry you know I just ate
You can call me R Kelly, bring a leash on a date
f*ck a time or a place cause I ain't f*ck no b*tch unless she down with the freak
Holding Fiji water back like a hose with a kink
And she better give me brain so philosophic I can't think
I'm a write that Karma Sutra down like Sai with the ink

{Hook: Devo]
Smoking on cheese like a mouse (Damn)
Mixtape is coming out now (Yeah)
Send a b*tch to my house (Yeah)
Bend that b*tch over the couch (Ay)
Swimmin in the pus*y like nemo (Ay)
pus*y be bald like it's chemo (Ooo)
Saving your b*tch like a hero (Ay)
My face make her seat though ooo (Ay)
[Verse 2: Devo]
I turn 5 bucks to 5 bands, f*ck with me I got the plan
You ain't seen a G like me Nike I do it for the man that's me
I will leave you dead in the street (b*tch)
I will let yo momma take a seat and rest her knees
b*tch I got the Gucci take a look at my receipts
b*tch I got the money like I'm playing with the cheats (with the cheats b*tch)
Cuffing and puffing the pack we each matching a zip of the magic you know how it happen I'm clapping the ass of a model so fast that I'm shaking the mattress
AK, AK, AK, AK semi-automatic trigger finger with the AK
Dodging my bullets like okay, olé!
Get on my level maybe you can like someday
Slide right by the five I got the nine up on my side
pus*y is so fine I wanna f*ck and press rewind

{Hook: Devo]
Smoking on cheese like a mouse (Damn)
Mixtape is coming out now (Yeah)
Send a b*tch to my house (Yeah)
Bend that b*tch over the couch (Ay)
Swimmin in the pus*y like nemo (Ay)
pus*y be bald like it's chemo (Ooo)
Saving your b*tch like a hero (Ay)
My face make her seat though ooo (Ay)

[Verse 3: Atlas]
These pus*y artists wanna flex up their chart up, but don't seem to notice that I go the hardest
I drop a few tracks about Xanies and parties and drop a few racks that I made off the profits
I'm Gucci, and Louis, Supreme and the Bape
Talking that sh*t then I'm stealing your fate
At yo b*tch crib and she giving me face
Sit the f*ck down and get back in your place
I'm making hits like I'm Barry Bonds (Barry Bonds)
Run your whole block like a marathon (marathon)
Your b*tch left her bra in my carry-on (carry-on)
So I'm making you cry like that Gary song (Spongebob)
Money making man that's all I do (all I do)
Golf on the pus*y I follow through (follow through)
No I ain't ever need no auto-tune (auto-tune)
Just a thought or two, never call her boo
Cause we don't love no thotties that's some last year sh*t
I'm familiar with the paper on my cashier sh*t
And if she bad I'd prolly tell her bring that ass here sh*t
I just spilled some f*cking codeine on my cashmere sh*t
(man I'm out)