[Intro]
Woah, woah (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Skrrt
[Chorus]
Prada outdated, I want some Louis, Chanel
Plug just hit me, right on my cell, I sent a pack through the mail
Off of this Hemi, movin' slow like a snail, I bet you never could tell
Toting a semi, toolie might send you to hell, chopper, it's ringing your bell
Yeah, yeah, I guess that you out of luck
Feds they watchin' my page, said, "Fuck it," and block 'em, no, I do not give a fuck
I went to L.A. and got me a couple of thousand, you know I'm runnin' it up
Went to the Bean, pull up on your block and get rowdy, you know I'm fuckin' it up
[Verse]
They say that these niggas nowadays be never on nothin', they nevеr ran into to us
I'm gettin' money, yeah, I'm gеttin' paid, boy, trust me, you know I ran to the bucks
I hit that boy and I rob that lil' boy and his cousin, fuckin' your family up
Rappers, they watchin' the swag, they be stealin' the sauce, that boy a fan of me, yeah
That boy a fan of me, yeah, I got a Glock for the enemy, yeah
Got Percs, like ten a piece, they got me movin' like centipede
Countin' the green, countin' the cash, pockets on celery (What?)
You talkin' bad, I'm on your ass, I'm finna let it squeeze, yeah
[Chorus]
Prada outdated, I want some Louis, Chanel
Plug just hit me, right on my cell, I sent a pack through the mail
Off of this Hemi, movin' slow like a snail, I bet you never could tell
Toting a semi, toolie might send you to hell, chopper, it's ringing your bell
Yeah, yeah, I guess that you out of luck
Feds they watchin' my page, said, "Fuck it," and block 'em, no, I do not give a fuck
I went to L.A. and got me a couple of thousand, you know I'm runnin' it up
Went to the Bean, pull up on your block and get rowdy, you know I'm fuckin' it up
Woah, woah (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Skrrt
[Chorus]
Prada outdated, I want some Louis, Chanel
Plug just hit me, right on my cell, I sent a pack through the mail
Off of this Hemi, movin' slow like a snail, I bet you never could tell
Toting a semi, toolie might send you to hell, chopper, it's ringing your bell
Yeah, yeah, I guess that you out of luck
Feds they watchin' my page, said, "Fuck it," and block 'em, no, I do not give a fuck
I went to L.A. and got me a couple of thousand, you know I'm runnin' it up
Went to the Bean, pull up on your block and get rowdy, you know I'm fuckin' it up
[Verse]
They say that these niggas nowadays be never on nothin', they nevеr ran into to us
I'm gettin' money, yeah, I'm gеttin' paid, boy, trust me, you know I ran to the bucks
I hit that boy and I rob that lil' boy and his cousin, fuckin' your family up
Rappers, they watchin' the swag, they be stealin' the sauce, that boy a fan of me, yeah
That boy a fan of me, yeah, I got a Glock for the enemy, yeah
Got Percs, like ten a piece, they got me movin' like centipede
Countin' the green, countin' the cash, pockets on celery (What?)
You talkin' bad, I'm on your ass, I'm finna let it squeeze, yeah
[Chorus]
Prada outdated, I want some Louis, Chanel
Plug just hit me, right on my cell, I sent a pack through the mail
Off of this Hemi, movin' slow like a snail, I bet you never could tell
Toting a semi, toolie might send you to hell, chopper, it's ringing your bell
Yeah, yeah, I guess that you out of luck
Feds they watchin' my page, said, "Fuck it," and block 'em, no, I do not give a fuck
I went to L.A. and got me a couple of thousand, you know I'm runnin' it up
Went to the Bean, pull up on your block and get rowdy, you know I'm fuckin' it up
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