Super$aiyane - Props! Interlude Lyrics

(Woah, woah)
Let's have a toast to this money
With this apple juice, nigga
I can't believe you said this bullshit to me
Like, it really had me f*cked up last night
Aye, you know you know I wasn't comfortable at first
You know you know I wasn't comfortable at first (You know)
Yeah, you runnin' 'round countin' math like Ms. Hurst (Like Ms. Hurst)
And she tried to break my heart, told her do her worst (Do her worst, do her worst)
And she tried to laugh at me, all I do is burst (Ha! Ha!)
Niggas talkin' like I won't leave 'em in a hearse (Blick! Blick!)
Lit, like Edgar come on, can you come and do your verse (C'mon!)
I already did it before, yeah I did it I did it first
Woah, woah, I made it right on top
I made it right on top
Lil' chico he got it on lock (Got it on lock yeah)
I love when she play with my locks
She do that shit a lot (Yeah)
My life a movie scene, but we don't play with no props
We shootin' shit out the top
I got a freaky bitch (Woah)
Yeah, she love playin' with the handcuffs (Cuff it up, cuff it up!)
I don't give a f*ck about 12, don't f*ck with no cop (F*ck 'em!)
Pussy nigga ran off with my style
Like can you give me some props
Can you give me some props
Pussy nigga ran off with my style
Like can you give me some props
Can you give me some props (Yeah, yeah, woah)
Yeah, damn
Stop recording
(What, no props for saving your life?)
(Holy mother of God!)
I was using drugs to control you
I was using drugs to control you (No I don't!)
And it's crazy when it feel like no one's above you
I ain't scared baby I ain't got nothing to lose (Nothing at all)
Just at least tell that nigga
To give me some props
Like can you give some props lil' nigga
Run off with my style lil' nigga (Super Saiyan E, yeah)
(Yeah, mhm, I'm waiting)
(My props)