Prefer lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Cicero on the beat
Where's the dope from n*gga
What you mean

[Hook]
I prefer to have a Glock
With extended thirty shot
I ain't punchin' in the clock
I prefer to work the block
But I wasn't anyway
I prefer to have a knot
Ain't no movin' in this b*tch
We only trappin' out the spot
So many fours' up in the driveway
Think that I could stock the lot
I prefer to get it fast
Stack it all way to the top
I ain't one these lil' b*tch rap n*ggas
Got too much swag, got to flop
I heard that pus*y n*gga dissin', put ten-thousand on his top

[Verse 1]
I ain't worried 'bout no n*gga
I'm just worried 'bout this guap
I'ma get some more, got them attention
She ain't worried, 'bout my watch
She a over nasty b*tch
And she more than a thot
b*tch it more than a trap house
'Cause I got like twenty spots
Plenty guap, got plenty guns
Shootin' up, plenty (spot)
They gon' think you pus*y if you let a n*gga pass
Rude, evil b*tch
I'ma kill you for my cash
I prefer to hop up in the coupe, and fly past in my Jag
Like my money slow
And I like my money fast
Pull up paper tag, drivin' fast
With a b*tch that's bad
I prefer to have two hunnit, cash
Stuffed up in the bag
Hope my name ain't gettin' no f*ckin' swag
They just got to cap
[Hook]
I prefer to have a Glock
With extended thirty shot
I ain't punchin' in the clock
I prefer to work the block
But I wasn't anyway
I prefer to have a knot
Ain't no movin' in this b*tch
We only trappin' out the spot
So many fours' up in the driveway
Think that I could stock the lot
I prefer to get it fast
Stack it all way to the top
I ain't one these little b*tch rap n*ggas
Got too much swag, got to flop
I heard that pus*y n*gga dissin', put ten-thousand on his top

[Verse 2]
Two seat sits on Forgies
Pull up to the party so important
Your b*tch she adore me
Said she wanna ride me like a Harley
When she get home, beat that b*tch
You need to beat her 'til she sorry
Tell her mind her f*ckin' business
Yellin' you ain't got no money
Tellin' how you is a goofy
Actin' like you got some money
Mercedes, ride in Bentley coupe
And fashion is my daily habit
I prefer to have a half of million stuffed inside my mattress
I said f*ck a bank account and everybody started laughin'
Ain't too many rappers independent, flexin' how i'm flexin'
Guru naked, sippin' pint's of Act
Comin' straight from Texas
Just been locked up for a whole year
Missin' all the action
Can't break home, in the trap
Z Money ya he f*ckin' taxin'
[Hook]
I prefer to have a Glock
With extended thirty shot
I ain't punchin' in the clock
I prefer to work the block
But I wasn't anyway
I prefer to have a knot
Ain't no movin' in this b*tch
We only trappin' out the spot
So many fours' up in the driveway
Think that I could stock the lot
I prefer to get it fast
Stack it all way to the top
I ain't one these little b*tch rap n*ggas
Got too much swag, got to flop
I heard that pus*y n*gga dissin', put ten-thousand on his top