BTG - Prodigy Lyrics

I'm a prodigy obviously, bitch there's no stoppin me
Only 18, feel like I won the lottery
You need some vocab, go hit up the odyssey, maybe have lessons w Socrates
All of y'all flexin hypocrisy, when it comes to it you runnin and shouting "please"
You really really over did-it, came up to me, made a scene, begging down on yo knees

I'm on the come up, yea straight to the top, no i won't settle for less (nope)
I gotta have all the Ice on me 18 AP's flooded w/ baguettes
It's gone be a hot summer, BTG chillin he won't even break a sweat
Cause when hottie thotties w/ good bodies pull up to the party, we makin em' wet (splash)

I don't even need Givenchy. I pull up, it's simple, I make it look easy (Easy)
Easy peasy lemon squeezy, when I'm at the top do not come try to see me (see me)
You gunna see me t.v., makin sum Guap, hang w/ chicks in bikinis (KI-nis)
Sippin martinis, right on the beach, i got some drip on my pinky (pinky)
I got some drip on my pinky, my middle, my index, and even my thumb (drip)
Man I'm not playin round, I'll throw you to the ground, don't just sit there n' act dumb (batista)
If you talkin that shit, come correct with the fists, don't you f*cking bring a gun!
Cause my squad we stay lit, and the homie flips zips, and you messin up the fun
If you mess up the fun, you f*ck w the funds, and bitch, that is-not okay
Don't make me call b-dev he'll pull up w choppas, and send acouple threats yo way
If you worried don't trip, my guy nah, won't send you to the grave
But he'll scare the piss outta you, might leave you black n blue, ya you betta block ur face

They out here bragin and boastin
He thinkin the people are votin
But you just embarrass yoself everytime my guy, go cry me an ocean
When I'm spittin the facts like Joe rogan
I be bringin' In chicas w slogans
They tellin' me that she be likin' my moves, I'm rollin, I gotta keep goin

When bitches be trippin i throw on that camo like i am a f*ckin chameleon
When I come up offa rap, I am tellin' you ima make trillions n zillions
I come w precision don't f*ck around I don't need yo, crit-i-cism
I shoulda been a doctor way I'm makin all these damn in-cisions
Bad bih, hella thic, she Brazilian
Body make ya look back n reminisce it
She gone make that booty clap w/ repetition
But she a gold-digga, make you pay tuition
So sorry baby I wont have yo children
I just won't do it I can't give you the commitment
The only thing I'm on is rap
I'm so persistent, constantly chasing the paper to acquire digits

So tell me, man are you really with it
Are you gunna roll w us, or go an' be a critic
Produce prolific numbers, can't be insufficient
But you gotta be cautious to the shit that they prohibit

BTG impeccable it's incredible, the way that he be flowin, he should be up on a peda-tool
Even though he didn't get scholarships, or good grades in school
BocaB-Ulary scary he runnin laps right around you fools

Duckin all these dummies that be comin right and left
If they comin from the front we throw in jabs, you know the rest
I'm only goin up from here I'm gunna be the best
They be askin where I'm from, know we came up from the West
We the West's Best shoutout scizz 30, I'm not tryna flex
I don't play dirty, got a girl on me and she pretty flirty
But she pretty boujie so she gets mcflurries