Prada

Damn, son, where'd you find this?
 Sayin'
 Think about you (ayy)
 No, I can't think about you (ayy)
 No, I can't think
 I ain't trippin' on nada (no way)
 Main bitch wear Prada (no way)
 Do tricks like ta-da (ta-da)
 Bitch, this the high life (oh yeah)
 You don't want no problem (no way)
 I don't want no drama
 Fly to a island
 The summer's coming
 I've been waitin' on a bad bitch
 I'm leaving you sad bitch (you sad bitch)
 Left the bank, straight cash bitch (straight cash bitch)
 And told a hoe, "Get nasty"
 Pullin' off in a 4MATIC
 Got a whole clip long, let 'em have it
 Paramedics on the scene, it's tragic
 Big backwood, I ain't even ash it
 Damn it, it got on my clothes
 I got full pockets full of them rolls
 And I'm off the Perc, how did you know?
 And I'm not there, babe, but I'm close
 And I swear that he lamer than most
 Hop in the Phantom, and then I go ghost
 I seen a opp, and you know that he froze
 She say she love me, I know that she don't
 Baby girl, why did you play with your nose? (Yeah)
 These niggas lame, they gettin' exposed
 (Swear that they lame, swear that they lame)
 He say he have it, I know that he don't
 (Know that he don't, know that he don't)
 I tried to put that lil' bitch up on my time
 Too many hoes, swear they call like a hotline
 I smoke this green nigga, sound like I'm Popeye
 I was so down, I admit it (admit it)
 Stackin' the pain on my pity (on my pity)
 If she in my DM, she pretty (ayy)
 Niggas talkin' like it's high school (Gucci)
 Red dot on his head, I don't like you
 Got them killers with me, I won't fight you
 I ain't trippin' on nada (no way)
 Main bitch wear Prada (no way)
 Do tricks like ta-da (okay)
 Bitch, this the high life (ta-da)
 You don't want no problem (no way)
 I don't want no drama
 Fly to a island
 The summer's coming
 I've been waitin' on a bad bitch
 I'm leaving you, sad bitch (you sad bitch)
 Left the bank, straight cash bitch (straight cash bitch)
 And told a hoe, "Get nasty"
 Pullin' off in a 4MATIC
 Got a whole clip long, let 'em have it
 Paramedics on the scene, it's tragic
 Big backwood, I ain't even ash it
 I ain't trippin' on nada (no way)
 Main bitch wear Prada (okay)
 Do tricks like ta-da (no way)
 Bitch, this the high life
 You don't want no problem
 I don't want no drama
 Fly to a island
 The summer's coming
 I've been waitin' on a bad bitch
 I'm leaving you, sad bitch (you sad bitch)
 Left the bank, straight cash bitch (straight cash bitch)
 And told a hoe, "Get nasty"
 Pullin' off in a 4MATIC
 Got a whole clip long, let 'em have it
 Paramedics on the scene, it's tragic
 Big backwood, I ain't even ash it
 (I ain't even ash it)
 Ayy
 I ain't even ash it
 I ain't even ash it
 We left him tragic
 Hello? Hello?
 Uh-huh, I did not call him for nothing, so y'all better answer me
 This the teen spirit hotline?