GO BACK Lil Prada (Ft. Zotiyac)

[Intro: Lil Prada]
I feel like Brady with packs, I'ma throw that
Bobby Johnson
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Prada & Zotiyac]
I feel like Brady with packs, I'ma throw that
All of these racks in my pocket, I blow that
I done been broke and I ain't finna go back
They see me like Prada, take pics like I'm Kodak
How is you lackin', lil' bro? Where yo' pole at?
It's cold in the zone but we ain't where the snow at
My gang catch bodies, you postin' that throw back
Fuck yo' dead homie, I want you to know that
When I score, bitch, I ain't sellin' no more
I got rich problems, I wake up and pour
My brothers need work so I'm givin' 'em more
I ain't goin' without class even inside the store
Now I count racks, when I wake up, get [?]
Yo' ass is still broke, tryna fuck every hoe
Now, I promise my momma, ain't no average joe
I went double my work where you niggas lost hope
In the trap, tell the truth, now I feel like the pope
You get found in the ditch or get topped with a rose
What you smokin' ain't shit, boy, don't pass me no dope
What my gun get for Christmas? I got her the scope
Walk in the [?] and get lost on the floor
I'm pourin' drank and you can't cause you [?] (You can't)
Boy, what you need? Have it right at yo' door
I think he mad 'cause I'm fuckin his hoe (I think he mad)