Gucci, Louis, Prada Twista

[Intro]
Prada
(Gucci, Louis, Prada [4x])
Uuuh-huh! New Twista y'all
I sat back long enough
Now it's time for me to go psycho again!

[Verse 1: Twista]
Rock my Gucci, Louis, Prada
Suzuki, new Impala
Like Flukey I get them dollars
Boogie, you do me nada
Make your vision decompose
Be so ridiculous when you’re looking at the clothes
Like I got a garden I was looking at the hoes
And when they saw the apparel that was when a bitch chose...
Then she froze, I be looking so fabulous
Never the one to be tested cause it'd be nothing for me
To just go in the closet to show what I’m dressing like
Kill 'em I’m looking impressive and I'm somebody not to be messing with
How I do it is a hell of a method
And when I be steppin' up in the vicinity I'mma demolish 'em
With the Gucci, Louis and Prada that's on my body
I'mma hurt 'em with a fit that cost a lil more than your residence...
Gu-Gu-Gucci, Louis, Prada like
Sushi, Benihana's, doushie, do don dadas
Well tell her come on I got her!
I be sick of you fucking with raggedy niggas
And looking ridiculous I could be taking you
Shoppin' and poppin' a bottle every time we go in a party
And probably I make it rain a couple dollars in my