Prunes Tacxin (Ft. [Facy], Joeyy & ​Ricky Chix)

[Verse 1: Tacxin]
You're fucking with the Roach Mafia!
My dark bloody drop, ship the tos'
Pop two prune pills, my back feel so old
Facy put me down on the Postlow
My dark bloody drop, ship the tos'
Pop two prune pills, my back feel so old
Bloody drop, ship the - Roach Mafia
Breakin' down three exotic, bruh, stop, don't

[Verse 2: Facy]
Yeah, I'm in the Cope - yeah, I'm in the Copelow
Yeah - you do not know
That is so not crazy, so I so swear
You put it on 2, don't go there
Don't go there
Only drive it in one ways
Only drive it in one ways, I cannot do it both ways
That is so not okay
I feel like Laker nodding off on the interstate
Nodding off on the road
That is so not okay

[Verse 3: Joeyy]
Bite from the sun of God, told me should've sawn this
If you want smoke, I hope that you like gun violence
Walk through the Saks with about ten tyrants
We about to blow a bag, we about to steal two
I can't feel off scripts, so how the fuck could I feel you?
I do what I want, I don't care if it appeals to you
Loss prevention just dapped me up in the vestibule
You was jumpin' off the porch, I just jumped off the pedestal