The Gaza Strip (feat. Gucc! P!nk)

Do the Gaza Strip Flexin' on your drip Israeli or Palestinian territory? Do the Gaza Strip JK in da whip Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki Get your phone, get your wallet And put them on the floor Take five steps back Turn your face to the door Close your eyes, count to ten It'll all be over then Let the Prophets do the work Down low, shake it, twerk Get your phone, get your wallet And put them on the floor Take five steps back Put your face to the door Close your eyes, count to ten It'll all be over then Let the Prophets do the work Down low, shake it, twerk Up on this track with Bogdan and the Prophets Spent no money, so we're guaranteed a profit How this label still alive? After CMS, it really took a nosedive Plooney got addicted to JoJo John do big cry cause his mam a hoe Eoghan getting abused by Emma His face always sour like a lemaaa- No jobs around, so I'm unemployed I dream of sex with Ken, just like Freud World War Three is just behind the door Anne Mammy out there, wow, what a whore Religious zealots goin' crazay RMcG the leader, she gay Wow, I really love sniffing glue Love Clooney, hope she doesn't get the flu Do the Gaza Strip Flexin' on your drip Israeli or Palestinian territory? Do the Gaza Strip JK in da whip Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki Get your phone, get your wallet And put them on the floor Take five steps back Turn your face to the door Close your eyes, count to ten It'll all be over then Let the Prophets do the work Down low, shake it, twerk Get your phone, get your wallet And put them on the floor Take five steps back Put your face to the door Close your eyes, count to ten It'll all be over then Let the Prophets do the work Down low, shake it, twerk You come on our song and you try to slag our mothers Don't fuck with the Prophets or you'll end up like the others (Six million) Bitch look like she sixty-four years old Why she always act like she on her period? (Gold) Narky motherfucker found a man just like her Rap sounds like you're shivering, chatter-chatter Benjamin Button bitch, couldn't wait to go grey When you're on the mic, no fucking clue what to say We all know what Joanne looks like Not allowed to say it, but it rhymes with 'bike' Her hair suits her like shoe polish on Jim Crow Putting on her foundation, looks like Play-Doh Call yourself GUCC! P!NK on the Prophets panels Yeah, everyday you wear the same four flannels So let this be a warning to all you cretins When you're a racist, nobody wins Do the Gaza Strip Flexin' on your drip Israeli or Palestinian territory? Do the Gaza Strip JK in da whip Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki Get your phone, get your wallet And put them on the floor Take five steps back Turn your face to the door Close your eyes, count to ten It'll all be over then Let the Prophets do the work Down low, shake it, twerk Get your phone, get your wallet And put them on the floor Take five steps back Put your face to the door Close your eyes, count to ten It'll all be over then Let the Prophets do the work Down low, shake it, twerk Straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Finesse on the beat, Bruno never called back I said "Call me maybe", he said "Bitch, you crazy" No alpha male, Carly Rae, Jay-Z, Swae Lee East Coast, West Coast, reppin' all my homedogs Compass points true north, unlike Versatile (Frauds) Comin' from Troy, you know you better tell your boys Bogdan in this bitch, Kim Possible, what's the sitch? Do the Gaza Strip (Gaza Strip!) Flexin' on your drip (On your drip!) Israeli or Palestinian territory? (We have no opinion) Do the Gaza Strip (Gaza Strip!) JK in da whip (JK! Shaki! Come out drive on the road, Best Picture!) Drivin' like Adam to go divorce Shaki Get your phone, get your wallet And put them on the floor Take five steps back Turn your face to the door Close your eyes, count to ten It'll all be over then Let the Prophets do the work Down low, shake it, twerk Get your phone, get your wallet And put them on the floor Take five steps back Put your face to the door Close your eyes, count to ten It'll all be over then Let the Prophets do the work Down low, shake it, twerk