[Intro]
Wake up, F1lthy
Prada, you made that?
[Chorus]
Tell her-tell her I'm hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major, no cappin' I made this shit happend
I'm blowin' her back in and speak it in action
No fucks about the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain, bitch, I'm rocking out
Stick by my side, might just pull up drive, make you sing like the muh'fuckin' Oprah
[Verse: PradaCurse]
Thick bitch by my side, name Jenny
Left side phone, bout to hit her with the caddy
Shooting back to back like a motherfuckin' trilogy
Grrah, its a headshot
Fuck her for the bag, make your legs rock
Keep a thirty on me, I keep all the shots
You is my son, boy, just shit down
Hit 'em with the top of dope with like two rounds
Put the K on his head, now he up now
Beat for the back til' the muh'fuckin' sundown
Double up the clip, .50 on me so you know I'm legit
Gang, gang, we over here with the clip
I'm born on F, so they call me a jit
.45 roll 'em up on the spliff
Shorty can feel my side, had to put inside, you know I'm Prada, huh?
I get the guap and stack on the daily, yeah, you already know I did it first
Shout out my brother Santana
I gotta [?] her, pour a four up in the fanta
Run up on that boy, came two shots on his head
Now that boy dead now
Wake up, F1lthy
Prada, you made that?
[Chorus]
Tell her-tell her I'm hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major, no cappin' I made this shit happend
I'm blowin' her back in and speak it in action
No fucks about the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain, bitch, I'm rocking out
Stick by my side, might just pull up drive, make you sing like the muh'fuckin' Oprah
[Verse: PradaCurse]
Thick bitch by my side, name Jenny
Left side phone, bout to hit her with the caddy
Shooting back to back like a motherfuckin' trilogy
Grrah, its a headshot
Fuck her for the bag, make your legs rock
Keep a thirty on me, I keep all the shots
You is my son, boy, just shit down
Hit 'em with the top of dope with like two rounds
Put the K on his head, now he up now
Beat for the back til' the muh'fuckin' sundown
Double up the clip, .50 on me so you know I'm legit
Gang, gang, we over here with the clip
I'm born on F, so they call me a jit
.45 roll 'em up on the spliff
Shorty can feel my side, had to put inside, you know I'm Prada, huh?
I get the guap and stack on the daily, yeah, you already know I did it first
Shout out my brother Santana
I gotta [?] her, pour a four up in the fanta
Run up on that boy, came two shots on his head
Now that boy dead now
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