prada dem Gunna (Ft. Offset)

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[Chorus: Gunna]
I got the swag, Prada them
Shawty havin' drip, proud of them (Proud of them)
Boarded on the jet, out of here (Out of here)
2024 our year (Our year)
Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em (Killin' 'em)
Steppin' on they necks, I'm really him (I'm really him)
Louis leather vest, nigga trim (Nigga trim)
Running up a check, stackin' M's (Stackin' M's)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, hold on

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I crop the top, Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Put it in they face, Benihana (Benihana)
Fly to Abu Dhabi, spend a hundred (Spend a hundred)
Shittin' like a potty, I ain't goin' under (I ain't goin' under)
Protected by sticks, I feel better (Feel better)
I see these boys got a vendetta (Vendetta)
Better cuff your bitch, I'm gettin' at her (Uh)
You ain't seein' Wunna 'cause the pen better (Nah)
I'm smokin' on the 'Scott, Coretta (Coretta)
Pop a Percocet, help you feel better (Mmm)
I set the trend, I'm a trendsetter (Yeah)
I'm not a rat, still gettin' cheddar (Gettin' cheddar)
Audemars wrist, timeless (Timeless)
Certified factory diamonds (Factory diamonds)
I'm the young nigga goin' diamond (Diamond)
Prince, they call me Your Highness (Highness)
Flip a nigga bitch, she tag-team shit (Hold on)
I'm passin' that ho, Matt Ryan (Matt Ryan)
Cook up a hit like I'm whippin' a brick (Uh)
I'm whippin' that shit like a Cayenne (Whip it up)

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